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Jaime wanted to watch his face. She always loved the look on his face when he entered her, but this time sheād been distracted. Her head had already been tilted back and her eyes shut. Sheād gasped out when heād first pushed in; sheād missed it, but she knew that with the way he was quiet, that he looked just as beautiful and pleased as he always did. When sheād told him to move harder, he slowed. Jaimeās eyes opened up when he spoke, and she groaned unhappily. He very well knew what he was doing to her, and he very well knew that it was the easiest way to turn her into a begging, whining mess, which was probably exactly why heād done it.
Georgeās hands rested at her sides for a brief time before they began to move over her legs. Once they reached her thighs, they stopped, and she knew why. He looked confused before looking down and laughing. Jaime frowned before heād grinned.
āHey, donāt laugh at me. Iām a witch, I can get it removed a lot easier than you think. But yes, I thought youād appreciate it.ā To say that sheād gotten it just for him would surely make her sound desperate, but Jaime wasnāt even a fan of Star Wars, not like he was. She did get it for him, and now she couldnāt help but wonder if he really did like it or not. Suddenly, he spoke. Jaimeās eyes widened at the words, and had he not already told her that he planned to propose to her in the past, she would have thought that he was just messing with her. But she knew better. Of course, it wasnāt exactly a story that she could tell her mother when she asked, but it wasnāt something she wanted to pass up either.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him into the most passionate kiss that she could muster, but she was still bound, and for some reason, that realization reminded her just how turned on she was already. Jaime shifted her hips against his, damned the consequences and smiled.
āYes. Yes, yes, yes. Kiss me.ā








