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“And I want you to do it,” she adds. “Will you?” Have my hands on her body? Skin to skin? Hell no. “Yeah.”
Two long fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, halting my march of humiliation.
“A little,” I breathe. Then, because I can’t hold it in… “Do it again.” It’s clearly a plea, and I know how it sounds. Greedy. Desperate. Screw it. I don’t care. “Please.”