I wanted in his bed. But I wasn’t asking for anything. I was taking it. My heart damn near in my throat, I pushed him down into the chair to my left and hovered over his lips as I slid my hand up his chest. He laughed, gripping the arms of the chair. “You want it?” he taunted. “You’re not getting it.” I grazed my lips across his cheek, over his jaw, and down his neck, the hunger making my clit throb so hard I had to hold back a whimper as the rain fell all over my naked body. “You don’t have to do a thing,” I whispered over his skin. “In fact . . .” I slid my hand inside his pants and dived
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