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Auhor's POV

Ryan blinked and hugged her to his naked chest, taking hold of the back of her shirt and tugging it out of her jeans. "We're not equal yet, are we?" he said. "I want to see my favourites in you ."

He meant her soft, spongy and perfectly round mounds that he never gets enough of doing things.

She nodded against his shoulder and pulled back, still sitting in his lap, she ran her fingers down the hem, losing buttons as she went, until she at last shrugged her shirt off to the floor behind.

"Let me," he said, laying his hands on her hips, he traced all the way up her thin body, fingers dipping beneath the band of her bra, momentarily holding her two warm, soft mounds before bringing the elastic fabric further up and over her head, helped as she raised her arms to slip it off. Not massive, no, but even though she fidgeted as he looked, he felt he had to burn this sight into his memory. Smooth, pale skin, goosebumps spreading in the cool air, topped with taut, pink nipple