as the words escape my mouth. “Take off the dress and sit on the counter.” “What?” “Dress off. Ass on the counter. Now, Alina.” I pause, adding a wavering, impatient, “Please.” Alina nods eagerly, shedding the dress and tossing it carelessly to the side. Her movements are clumsy as she tries to cover her breasts from my gaze, but the sight of her bare skin is too intoxicating for me to look away. “How do I—?” I lift her by the hips, feeling her warmth against my body as she wraps her legs around me. She grips my shoulders for support, her breath catching in her throat. “Can I kiss you here?” I
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