“No books in bed.”
“It’s my bed.”
“Right, well, if I’m sleeping in it, books aren’t.” Cordelia stood at the edge of the bed, folding her arms over her chest and tightening her robe. Only when Wesley had taken off his glasses, put the book aside and shut off the lamp did she slip into bed, naked, next to him. “Better than reading?”
“Hm. I do enjoy reading before bed...”
Hand already at the warmth between Wesley’s thighs, Cordelia nipped his shoulder. “Oh, you are such a liar.”
“Now, that’s...” When she rubbed his hardening cock, he gasped. “... better.”
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