The fact that he's asking—that even now, he's checking for consent—makes my chest tight. "Yes," I whisper. He unhooks it with practiced ease, slides the straps down my arms. When it falls away, I'm bare from the waist up, and the way he's looking at me makes me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. "Perfect," he says, almost to himself. Then his mouth is on me. He kisses across my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. When his lips close around my nipple, I arch into him with a gasp. "Sensitive," he murmurs against my skin. "I'll remember that." He lavishes attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle sucking and harder pressure that makes me squirm. His other hand slides down my stomach, pops the button of my jeans. "These need to come off too," he says. I lift my hips and he slides the
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