"Natasha, pay attention," David said sharply, coldly.
He rarely spoke to her that way anymore. In fact, she had grown so used to him speaking to her in soft, warm tones that it was almost startling to have him speak rudely to her. Or it would be, if his rock-hard chest weren't plastered against her back and his crotch molded against her soft ass. It also didn't really faze her because his thick arms were bracketing hers, helping her hold them steady as she extended his silenced gun toward a seemingly innocent tree in the clearing behind their cabin.
She eyed the offensive tree and tried really hard not to pay attention to the way his jeans slid against the soft fabric of her yoga pants when he bent his knees to accommodate her height while teaching her to shoot. But there were so many fa
