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Her hands slid up my chest. Her fingers closed, gripping my shirt. I leaned in closer, then she shoved me away.
Breath whooshed out of my lungs as I stumbled backward. I looked up at her, red lips and flushed cheeks and anger sparking in her eyes.
Fuck.
“What? Why? This… No. This can’t happen. This isn’t going to happen. I don’t want it to happen.”
I straightened and nodded sharply. My body was still on high alert, ready to dive back in and finish what I’d started. Sending the message all around that it wasn’t happening was a slow process. One made slower when she clutched a hand to her heaving chest and drew my eyes to her perky n*****s pressing against the thin fabric of her costume.
A f*****g maid’s costume. Jesus f*****g Christ. The woman had no idea what she did to me. Hell, I
