"Take your shirt off," Jamie said.
Tabby placed her hands on her stomach and slid the loose fabric of her shirt up just enough to glimpse her stomach. "If I do that, are you going to give me an orgasm?"
"Only if you're nice."
"I can be very, very nice." The fabric inched up with each word.
Tabby grasped the bottom of the shirt and with all the elegance of a cat stretched her arms up over her head, taking the garment off as she went. He vaguely remembered the creamy satin bra from that morning, but he was far more acquainted with her breasts.
He lifted a hand, cupping one mound, teasing her n****e through the fabric. The memories of her showing him just how rough she liked him to be with her breasts were burned into his mind for all time.
Jamie locked gazes with her then slid his fing
