“Get dressed in front of me,” he says. “I liked it.” His low, sultry tone shoots straight to my pussy, and my panties would have melted if I had any on. But I shake my head. My compliance has a limit. “You gave Karson shit for being a creep and that is creepy,” I say. He chuckles, but he doesn’t release my wrist. “Then I’m a creep.” I must be a creep too—or at least out of my mind—because I’m seriously considering offering an even trade. We can both get naked and dress in front of each other. Hell, maybe we can dress each other. With our teeth. My vagina and I will need to have a talk later,
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