Change of Desire Ch. 3
He chuckled. “Fuck. I’m just jokin’ with you, Marc.” I kicked at him, forcing him to take a step back. I jumped off the railing and made way for the front door. He pulled at my arm, though, and tugged at me to stay. “Quit. Why’re you running off for?” He whined playfully. “Let go of me.” I refused to stick around. And he refused to release his hold. “Are you that desperate to have sex?” I turned around, shaking his hand off in the process. “Don’t try and put yourself on a pedestal, and act like you’re too good for sex. You’re the one who contacted me the first time for a hookup.” Sensing my anger, he pulled me to him. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He ignored my resistance and pulled me …