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Taking him off the couch, Evie led him around the furniture and up the single stair into the bedroom in the back corner of the suite. Once they were inside, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.
Facing him, she started to unbutton his shirt. “We can stop,” Oakley said, brushing his fingers over and through her hair as she went to work unfastening his pants. “Any time you want. Anything makes you uncomfortable and we can stop.”
Unhooking her b*a, she let it drop and then shimmied out of her panties before sliding onto his bed and seating herself in the middle. “I’m s**t at this, remember? Stop making me take the lead.”
Gritting his teeth, he lunged onto the bed and gathered her beneath him. “I’m sorry I said that, Sweet.” He kissed her. “So sorry.”
“I know,” she sa
