Bree.“Take off your clothes,” he whispered, low and dangerous.I froze, staring at him, wondering if my brain was playing tricks or if he had actually said that.“But you… uh… you said I can’t…” I stammered, my words trembling.His fingers pressed lightly on my lips. “Shhh… you want me, don’t you?” His voice was cunning, teasing, filled with that arrogance that made my knees weak.I blinked rapidly, trying to control the heat spreading through me. His hands didn’t stop...caressing my breast, rubbing my nipples slowly, making every nerve scream with anticipation.I’d never cared to cover up. My chest didn’t hide anything, standing proud and unapologetic. I had never been ashamed of it, never needed petticoats, never cared what anyone thought.“Fuck it!” I moaned, dragging him closer, letting the tension swallow me.And then...the doorknob twisted.I jerked back, fumbling my shirt over myself, heart hammering.“Hey, Amor.” Her voice cut through the thick haze of lust, calm, commanding.
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