Keeping my lips on hers, I lift her into my arms, walk her to my desk, and set her on top of it before I sit at my chair in front of her. I prop her feet on my thighs and slowly raise my eyes to hers, taking a moment to catalog the goosebumps on her bare legs, her arms, and her nipples pebbling underneath her cotton sleep shirt. Her eyes are hooded when I meet her gaze and I hear her take a sharp breath when I rest my hands on her knees and part her legs slowly. “Are you wearing anything underneath these flimsy little shorts?”
Ahhhh my bread and butter!!
