“Think of them as my stress reliever. Anytime I get overwhelmed, angry, or whatever, I’ll just reach into my pocket. And the thought of you, bare beneath your dress while you stand next to me, is what will keep me sane.” He shrugs. “If nothing else, it will remind me of how you looked spread out on the table before me.” Crossing my arms, not missing the way his proud smile drops slightly as he glances at my exposed cleavage, I raise a brow at him. “And what if I just go put on different underwear?” This time, he steps closer to me and doesn’t stop until he’s back in front of me. “You won’t.
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