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Finley clawed at my suit, stripping my coat from my shoulders. I shrugged out of it, grabbing for the hem of her dress. My hand met bare, smooth skin, and I groaned. I kept going until I found the soft cotton of her panties. Wet and hot.
I dipped my fingers underneath the edge, nudging her thighs apart to fit my hand between her legs. She growled at me but shifted her thighs and moaned when I pressed a finger inside her.
“Couch,” I growled, walking her to where I wanted her while I teased her body.
“I hate you,” she repeated.
“Understood,” I told her. “Get n***d for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see you.” I pulled my hand from between her legs and lifted her dress. She snarled at me but didn’t fight when I stripped it off her and tossed it aside. “f*****g hell. You’re stunning.”
