“Already wet. I love you like this. I love having you like this.” “How?” I breathe out, and rationality is close to flying out the window. “Horny?” “No.” His touch is unhurried and lazy, not a care in the goddamn world about how long it takes to get me to where I want to be. “Mine.” He dips his fingers beneath my thong, and he groans in my ear when he finds the spot between my legs where I’m aching for him to touch. “Shawn. Please,” I beg, but he doesn’t move any faster. My eyes flutter closed and I feel that gentle pull in my belly, the gradual rise of pleasure building up my spine. “Do you
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