Jim smiles, takes her wrist and pulls her hand down his chest, then his abs, wanting the touch over taut, flexed muscle. His own hands come to grip under her thighs and he holds her where she is, snapping his hips up into her again and then letting her grind down.

'You should spoil me. I deserve it.'

No one will ever be able to accuse him of not having an ego.

'But not with presents. I can buy my own stuff.'