“Let her go,” he demands, taking a warning step toward us, although I’m not entirely sure what he’s about to do unless he’s planning to pull a gun from his pants, which is unlikely seeing as he’s hardly ever packing. “How about we ask her?” Sliding my hand around her body, I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. She stifles a moan so I up the ante, pushing my hand down her stomach, circling her swollen clit. “What do you say, Hellion? Should I let you go?” Her response is a loud moan, so I dip my fingers back inside her again. Toby’s eyes bore into mine. They never drop
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