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SCARLETT
Aiden shoved my T-shirt up over my breasts and was tasting my n*****s as if they were something he bought at Sweetness & Light, the local dessert shop. He tugged on them with his fiery mouth until they ached and then licked the tips. He pulled away for a minute and said, “God, I just want to kiss you, touch you, and have you in my mouth.”
It took me by surprise when he pulled my T-shirt back down, grabbed my hand and led me over to a straw bale. He pulled a horse blanket off the wall and threw it over the rectangular block. “Just right.” He sat down on the bale and turned back to me. “Clothes off,” he ordered. “Now, baby girl.”
The back of my neck tingled. When was the last time someone wanted to see me n***d? Avoiding his intense stare, I examined the metal hooks along the
