Chase has one hand planted on the vanity. The other grips his impressive cock. I was so right about the size. It matches the rest of him. His gaze shifts toward the door and when his eyes meet mine, I surprise myself by not issuing an apology, slamming the door shut, and making a hasty retreat under the covers. Instead, I lick my lips and channel my inner seductress, which I was unaware existed at all until this very moment. “Please don’t stop.” Chase’s eyes flare as his cheeks turn pink. But he doesn’t make a move to tuck himself back into his pajama pants, which I take as a green light. He
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