Chapter 49 Continuation,,

*Jane Pov* "Walk away and stop this madness from continuing" I told myself. "But he is my boyfriend," I managed to say. It was lame and of course not an answer. Or was it? Robbed of concentration I did not want an argument about whether I loved my boyfriend or not. Anyway, right now I was painfully aware of how much I had moaned on about him during the past week. I was also thinking about how suddenly full of faults he seemed and boring compared to Mike, and the opportunity being offered. Then the other side of me head-butted in again and told me sternly that this was wrong and should not be happening. I lifted my hand and placed it on his, meaning to stop him stroking my tits, but he brushed it away. This seemed to evaporate the little will I had to try and interrupt him from doing what he was doing. The problem was it felt so good. "But he is not here," Mike said, and with a swift movement, he placed two hands on my bare waist and moved me around, so I was pressed against the fridge.