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Adrian
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the resort lobby was that Vanessa’s dress clung tighter than usual.
It was a dark green dress with a high slit and just enough cleavage to be professional. It was just enough to make me think about how perfect her breasts felt in my palms and how she tasted on my tongue.
She hadn’t looked at me yet. She was standing by the check-in desk with the other execs, probably pretending to scroll through her phone. Her hair was up. Her neck bare. I wanted to mark her again.
She finally glanced up and our eyes met. She didn’t offer me a smile, I didn’t either. She didn’t greet me, I didn’t either. She just stared at me with cold, nonchalant eyes.
We hadn’t touched since that night on my couch which was weeks ago now. And we hadn’t addressed
