Marley's eyes flew open to give the smug piece of work a piece of her mind when his hand inched back up to her chest and she instantly started squealing again, trying to get away. Her boyfriend was smirking as he effortlessly maintained his grip on her body straddled between his strong thighs. When he smirks in that attractive-as-hell-though-Marley-will-never-admit-it, victorious, ego-trip way she isn't sure whether or smack him silly or kiss him silly. "Y-you keep your hands to yourse-ah!" "Not a fucking chance in hell, baby."