I nodded with a pleasant smile, staring at the satin bodice with clamshell cups. “It is.”
“Your boobs look great,” Div added.
“They do,” I agreed, glancing at the ample cleavage the structured bodice had provided. “They sure do.”
The memory of Emmett staring hungrily at my boobs the other night before prom flashed into my head and I bit back a grin.
Emmett. Even the guy’s name sent a little shiver of excitement and horniness through me.
The other night was… incredible. There were no words. The best s*x I’d ever had and we didn’t even have s*x. Not that I’d ever admit that to Emmett, the guy had an oversized ego as it was. But the way his fingers slicked over me, the way he located the button inside me and undid me, the way he groaned and collapsed against me as he came in my hand.
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