“Why don’t we play some more? It doesn’t have to be real…” She turned her head, and I bent down, running my tongue from her collarbone up to her chin, finding her lips again. “You’ve missed me, haven’t you, princess?” I pushed my finger past her lips and swirled her wetness around. God, she was dripping. “Ah…” she gasped. Her back arched, and I moved deeper, enjoying the way her body unraveled because of my fingers. “Have you let anyone else touch you like this?” When she didn’t answer, I nipped her lobe and asked again, more demanding. “No. And we shouldn’t be doing this now, Kansas.”
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