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Callahan took her top off and tossed it to the floor. Callahan leveled his face on her chest, kissing each one individually, his tongue swirling on the tip.

His other hand crawled on her stomach, drawing lazy circles on her navel, until it went lower and slipped into her underwear. Seconds later, she felt his finger caressing her softness, which made her whimper, and she shut her eyes as she could feel the heat gushing through her whole body.

His tongue flicked on the tip of her boob while he was sucking it, and his fingers were now rubbing her expertly.

Her mind was already blank. She cannot process everything, and the pleasure is blinding her to the core—it’s making her crazy knowing that the alcohol has made her so hot even more.

And she can’t even identify whether it was the champagne that caused her to get drunk or whether it was Callahan’s fault.

When Callahan left her chest as his lips were tauntingly kissing her lower, the anticipation for his next move made her arch her back,