Dian POV That was all it took.I kissed her instantly.My mouth crashed onto hers, my tongue pushing past her lips, tasting the moan that ripped out of her throat. One of my hand slid into her hair, the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks. Her wrists were free now, but she didn’t push me off, she clawed at my shirt instead, yanking it up with her nails scraping down my back.I ground my cock against the entrance of her pussy, pressing the hard length through our clothes.She bucked up, her thighs spreading wider around my leg. Her pussy was hot even through the denim shorts, already damp and grinding against me in needy little rolls that made my head spin.She made that small sound against my mouth, half-whimper, half-moan and it snapped something in me.I pulled back just enough to growl, “Fuck the list right now.” My hand now shoved up under her shirt, my palm cupping her bare breast, the thumb flicking her hard nipple. She arched, gasping, “Dian..”I cut her
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