All my needy body parts respond, my stomach tightening, heat flooding my center. Chase devotes the same attention to the other nipple. And then he pushes to his feet, hands sliding around to cup my ass as he lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing. I shriek and grip his shoulders as he spins around and lays me on the bed, then shifts to the right, turning us on our sides. “That was exceptionally graceful,” I note. “Thanks.” He kisses me again, hand still on my boob. It moves down my stomach, and he pops the button on my jeans. “This is still okay?” “Definitely. Yes. No pants will make
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