“I don’t do this,” she whispered, barely audible. I tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Maybe tonight, you should.” Her lips parted, but she didn't speak. I leaned in, voice low and rough. “You want to know what I’d do if you came to my room?” I whispered, grazing her lips with mine. “First, I’d peel that dress off slowly. I’d want to see it fall. Want to watch you step out of it like you’re stepping into fire.” Her thighs pressed together, hips shifting ever so slightly. “I’d run my hands up those gorgeous legs and feel how wet you are already—how badly you need to be
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