Chuckling, he kisses me lightly. This time, I’m the one who deepens it. I’m the one who invades his mouth and nips his lower lip, making him groan. A second later though, he’s taking over. His hands fist my nightie before pulling it up and off my body. Just like that, I’m nearly naked, standing there in my blue boy shorts. In my head, I knew we were going to have sex. But somehow, I didn’t connect the dots that I’d have to be naked for it. God, I’m naked. I’m naked. In front of a guy. In front of him. The most perfect specimen ever. He’s made of hard, sculpted muscles that, yes, I know he
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