Mikey scoffed and turned a page. “There’s nothing to see.”
“Ten inches.” I cupped the front of my jeans and gave myself a quick goose that got my blood pumping all over again. “It’s more than you have.”
This time the magazine lowered. Over the top of it, Mikey rolled his eyes. “You wish.”
I waited until he raised the magazine again, hiding from me, before I lunged for the bulge at his crotch. I got a fist full of fabric and a squeal that made me laugh out loud as Mikey squirmed away from me. “That’s only like seven, if that.”
I reached for him again but he pulled away, slapping at me with the magazine. “Get your hands off me!” he yelled as his magazine stash slid off the bed onto the floor. “I’m not all over you copping a feel, am I?”
With a slow grin, I teased, “You want to?”
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