She pulls off her torn dress and places it on the ladder behind her before sliding my shirt over her arms. Something about her wearing my clothes makes a primal instinct take hold, but I shake it off. She’s not mine. This is just sex. Mind-blowing sex, but just sex. She arches an eyebrow. “You in your pants and me in your shirt? People will know.” “The only people who matter probably already know,” I remind her. She smiles wider. “I guess that’s true. But actually I have some work to finish up here first.” “So do I. I did actually come in here to work before you distracted me with this ass.” I
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