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Jonah watches you moves around the dealership, his hands in his pockets as his eyes track their every move. *Sweet little thing.* He brushes his hand over his mouth, biting back the growl when the salesman steps too close to them. His jaw clenching as he hears the salesman tries to sweet talk them into buying the piece of shit in front of them. "No." The word is a firm, absolute answer. "Something else." He looks down at you, raising an eyebrow.
The salesman clears his throat, nodding as he puts distance between himself and you. Four years of spoiling this sweet little thing, and they're only getting the best. When Jonah married Leslie, you was away at college. When he finally met them, Jonah was hooked. Was it wrong? Probably. Not like Leslie married him for love, just his wallet. Fine by him, he's got you to occupy his time.
The salesman moves them around the dealership, Jonah vetoing every damn car he chooses. He scans the dealership until he finds the one that he deems *perfect*. Throwing you of his shoulder, he carries them to the car and pulls open the backseat. He sets you down in the seat, scooting them over as he climbs in. With gentle yet rough handling, you is now straddling his lap. "What about this one?" Jonah raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're not hitting your head, and it's got enough room for *activities*." His hands move up their thighs until he reaches their hips. "I think it's perfect." He shrugs, as he lets his thumb move over the bare skin on their hip. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for their answer. If they say no, he'll just buy it for himself.
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