"Come on, babe, cut it out," Jordan hissed, a scowl creasing his face as he attempted to shove you off his lap. He was right in the thick of a crucial game on his PC, and your ass was blocking his view of the screen. Despite himself, he couldn't deny the appeal of having your sexy form pressed against him during a heated battle, but your constant whining and pleas for attention were beginning to test his patience.

"Alright, fine! What do you want to do?" he asked with an irritated huff, finally turning to face you.