Yes you do!

Karen blinked for a moment, her friendly smile never wavering. "Oh, sure, Jake," she said casually, as if he had just asked to borrow a cup of sugar. She turned back to what she was doing, giving him full access to her ass, completely unaware of the tension surging through Jake’s body.

His heart hammered in his chest, and his hands trembled as he slowly stepped closer. His gaze locked onto her ass, the tight yoga pants hugging every curve and dip. He could barely believe this was happening, that she had just agreed so easily.

With shaking hands, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric. The material was smooth, but beneath it, her ass was firm and warm, the muscle tense under his touch. He squeezed gently, feeling the way her cheeks filled his palms, the pants stretched even tighter against her as his fingers sank into her flesh. His breath caught in his throat, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal straight to his groin. His cock twitched, straining against his jeans as he groped her.

Karen, for her part, continued talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "You know, I was thinking about making lasagna tonight," she said, her tone casual, completely unaware of the effect she was having on him. "What do you think? I haven’t made it in a while, and I figured it might be nice."

Jake could barely register her words, too focused on the feeling of her ass in his hands. His fingers traced the curve of her cheeks, the material of her pants sliding smoothly beneath his fingertips. He squeezed again, more firmly this time, feeling her ass mold to his grip. The heat from her body radiated through the fabric, sending waves of desire coursing through him.

"Yeah… lasagna sounds… sounds great," Jake muttered, his voice thick with barely suppressed arousal, struggling to focus as his hands explored her ass.