“You’re wrong,” is all I can manage, each word as strained as I feel. “Am I?” His other hand glides under my dress and up the smooth skin of my thigh. And dips right into my panties. My breath catches. Is he going to… Two fingers skim my folds teasingly, but to my surprise, that’s as far as it goes. His hand slips out of my underwear as quickly as it slipped in – but this time, it’s coated in me. I flush. I hadn’t expected him to check for evidence, but that’s exactly what this is: evidence that some part of me – maybe subconscious, maybe only physical – is attracted to this sort of dark,
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He might my new favorite man. He might really fucking be. 😮💨💗💗
