“You know what hearing you beg does to me.” I do know. It drives him wild, and I love it. “Please, Lorenzo,” I whine. Without warning, he spins me around and sets me on the third rung of the ladder beside us, then drops to his knees, a wicked look on his face. His tongue darts out to lick his full lips, and I nearly pass out from anticipation. Holy bananas! With a trembling grip, I grab onto the handrail while Lorenzo slides his hands over my ankles, gliding up my calves and past my knees. He slips them beneath my dress, pressing his palms on the inside of my thighs and spreading them wide
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