Willow’s POVMordecai’s hands roamed freely, squeezing my breasts through the fabric of my dress before slipping them under to palm my bare skin.I moaned into the kiss, arching into his touch. “My goodness, Mordecai...”He growled, his fingers working at the buttons of my dress, exposing me to the cool air before his mouth replaced his hands, sucking one taut nipple between his lips. I cried out, my fingers twisting in his hair as he lapped on my other breast with slow, torturous licks.“You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt of this,” he rasped, his free hand sliding down my stomach.My stomach tightened as he traced the curve of my waist before slipping under the waistband of my skirt. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined the way you would sound when I touched you like this.”My breath hitched as his fingers found the slick heat between my thighs. I was already wet, aching for him, and the way he touched me—slow, deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world—made
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