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Shelley’s feet barely reached my calves, yet her body still moulded to mine like it was always meant to be there. My chest seemed mountainous beneath her delicate hands, as they continued to sear heat into my soul at their touch. Within her expression of sleepy contentment, her lips remained curved, and her sated stare could have held even the most unwilling at her mercy.
As a result, my d**k refused to calm down—had been that way the whole fifteen minutes we’d been in bed.
“So, remind me what you were saying about it being Kyle’s fault you’re here all night.” The tone of her voice matched the languidness of her body.
My gaze lifted toward the wall dividing my room from Kyle’s, my ear brushing the cotton pillow beneath my head. “You really want to talk about what he might be getting
