Carson is a persistent one, “then we should probably go to my place instead. You can take off your clothes and get cleaned up.” He knows how to make the girly bits tingly, “s***.” He backed up and adjusted his pants, his clenched jaw expressing everything he was feeling. “Expect me to be inside you about four seconds after you say yes. And don’t make any plans for the rest of that week.” When his girl is nervous Carson knows how to concoct a plan, "I leaned towards her, peeling her fingers off her pants and whispering, “It’ll be okay. Whenever you want to leave, squeeze”—I couldn’t help myself—“my c***.” Sometimes it's Laney who has to do the reassuring, “I don’t want more than a c*** right now.” Without turning to me, she reached over and wrapped her hand around my package. “I’m happy with the one I have.” I liked this book I loved Carson.
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