“Arms up,” he ordered.
I lifted my arms, and he slipped my shirt off over my head. His gaze dropped to my bra, and his chest heaved. “It’s red.”
“I like red, even though it’s not in my color wheel.”
“I love red.” He dropped to his knees before me, leaned forward, and pulled one n****e into his mouth, red lace and all.
I loved red, too. Especially in his mouth. My fingers were buried in his hair, holding him to me before I was conscious of the movement. He laved attention on the other breast as well, making me lift my chest toward him in encouragement. If he wanted to play, I would play all night. I needed this. I’d been alone a long time. Responsible. Always working. Working. Working. Worrying about everything and anything. I deserved a hot-as-hell one-night stand.
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