“Fuck me,” Gemma chuckled against Tansy’s mouth. “You’re killing me, Tansy. If I didn’t think we’d get caught, I’d lay you out on the hood of Tucker’s stupid, flashy fucking car and make you come. Over and over and over again.” She shivered as Gemma’s thumbs brushed against the skin over her ribs, the wire of her bra. “So can we please get the fuck out of dodge so I can make good on my promise? All my promises.” She leaned in, lips brushing the lobe of Tansy’s ear. “You’re a fucking goddess, Tansy Elizabeth Adams. And I am going to worship you. I’m going to worship you so fucking good. Until
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