The woman in the elevator wanted him. My boyfriend, that is.
She kept staring at him and licking her lips like she wanted to turn him into her own personal lollipop.
I didn’t blame her. I mean, I had always thought Carson was handsome, but he’d really filled out ever since he started going to the gym. The women on campus were definitely taking notice. He, on the other hand, was so naïve to his appeal; he actually thought she was still talking to him because she gave a damn about Dungeons & Dragons or whatever the hell they were going on about. I’d tuned them out at a certain point because he was being polite and smiling back at her. It was pissing me the fuck off.
I’d been trying to be nicer to him. I mean, I’d let him come on my tits just three days ago, after giving him the blow job of his life. Maybe that’s why he’d gotten comfortable enough to flirt with her in front of me. Maybe I should have been meaner; maybe I should push his ass against the wall right now, and grab him between the legs to show her he was mine.