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“You’re not creepy.” I sniff into his side. “Even if you were stalking me.”
“It was hardly stalking.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my head.
“You just said that backpack is filled with my clothes.” I try to look up at him.
Hans presses his hand to the back of my head, keeping it against his body. “It was more like watching over you.”
“Uh-huh, sure.”
“Do you have any idea how many times you left with your back door unlocked? Or fell asleep with your ground floor windows open?”
I bite my lip, thinking of the times I thought I did that but then would wake up to everything locked up tight. I figured I was just losing my memory. “That was you?”
“Or the times you left for work with your hair thing plugged in.”
“Hair thing?” I try to lift my head again, but he doesn’t let me. “My blow dryer?”
“Yeah, that.” Our bodies shift together as he takes an exit. “It’s a miracle you made it into adulthood.”
“Hey!”
“That gray hair your parents have, I bet that’s all from you.”
“I’m not that bad.” I huff.
“You are,” he argues.
I try to pinch his side, but his body is too firm.
His hand leaves my head, then there’s a smack against my ass, the cheek exposed with the way I’m twisted.
I let out a squeaky sound.
Hans’s hand moves back to my head too quickly for me to sit up.
“Pretty sure the gray hair I have is because of you too,” he gripes.
“Those are probably because you’re so old,” I grumble, feeling defensive.
Another smack to my ass.
“Hans!”
He’s too quick, back to pinning me.
But I know how to play dirty.
I lift my hand like I’m going to try and push myself away from him, but instead, I lower it right over his dick.
CHAPTER72
Hans
The warmthof her hand mixed with the pressure of her palm has my cock hardening the rest of the way.
“Dammit, Butterfly.” I lift my knee to hold the wheel, then press my left hand down on top of hers.
I need more pressure. I need all of her.
