Connor
"Edward, can we just work without you starting up bullshit?" I tried to wiggle out of his arms but he had me in a tight death grip.
"You asked me over. I didn't invite myself and you're the one who snuck into my bed last night. I need something to cut the blood circulation off my legs for a second," he leaned back in my office chair and I thought we were going to fall over.
"Well put a pillow or something," I protested as I tried to get off his lap but he held me down. If he didn't make it as a rugby player he could kill it as a wrestler.
"I can't," he pressed a kiss to my neck to calm me down. "Just focus on your laptop and I'll just sit here. The more you fight me the longer I have to be here and trust me I would very much like to leave before 3pm."
I rolled my eyes as I felt jealousy raise up my chest. "Why? Do you have someone else on dick rotation you're rushing too?"
