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"I don't," I affirmed, looking down into her eyes. "He keeps saying that he has a reason for not giving me all the answers, and that I need to find them myself. I just wish he'd bloody tell me how I'm supposed to do that."
"You'll figure it out," she reassured me, before giving my chest a peck.
I just smiled gratefully, gathering her in my arms and pulling her up to my lips.
"What would I ever do without you?" I asked, as we came up for air.
"I'm sure both of you are glad you don't have to ever find out!"
"Both of us?"
"Both of you," she repeated, reaching down to grasp my hardening member with a cheeky grin.
"You have a match tomorrow morning."
"Are you saying the great Chris Michaelson is throwing the towel without even trying?"
Now, I couldn't possibly let her get away with that, could I? And believe me, I spent the rest of the night showing her just how wrong she was.
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