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Sophia winces back, offended. “Okay. I was going to spare you the embarrassment, but this T-shirt of yours has pit stains.” She lifts her arm up to show some yellow discoloration around the armpits.

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I say, smirking. “It’s a workout shirt.”

“I couldn’t have gotten a non-workout shirt?”

“I didn’t want you wearing an Armani button down while you ate French toast.”

“So you put me in your dirty clothes?”

“Stained clothes. They’ve been washed.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Syrup doesn’t come out.”

“I’m not a messy eater.”

“Hmm.” I raise a skeptical brow. “I’ve seen you give head.”

Sophia blanches. Her eyes widen slowly, and so do her lips as she smiles. “I’m extra hungry then. You can’t blame me.”

I can see her nipples tenting the thin fabric of the T-shirt. The thing has been washed so many times, it’s nearly see-through. What was I thinking, giving it to her?

But from the way she flirts, I don’t think I’m the only one upset that last night was canceled.

I lift my hand. I’m not even thinking as my forefinger and thumb find their way around one of her nipples and squeeze. My cock tightens the fabric of my pants as Sophia lets out a shuddering gasp of pleasure.

Just like that, my nausea is gone. My vision becomes ten times clearer. What’s in front of me is crisp. Unreal.

This woman sets my blood on fire, and in just the length of a breath, my heart is beating twice as fast.

I pinch harder, and she draws her chest up closer to me. “We can be cute, Sophia. But as long as you’re under my roof, there will be rules.”

She nods eagerly. “Whatever you want.”

“Our conversation at dinner last night… I wasn’t kidding. I need you to understand that if we do this… you belong tome.”

“James.” She breathes heavily. “I already do.”

Her trembling words set me alight. I put my other hand on her T-shirt, grip the thin fabric in both fists, and tear.

Her porcelain skin isn’t that much darker than the shirt. Her pink nipples are stiff, puffy, and I lower my head to suck on one while the shirt hangs onto her shoulders like an open vest.

She moans in pleasure and caresses my hair with one hand while fumbling hungrily at the button on my pants with the other. She keeps trying to slip the button through the hole, but she’s too distracted to put focus into it.

I break away from her breast and stand straight. I guide her hand and undo my button and zipper. I groan and my eyes roll back as I feel the weight of my cock gripped in her warm, small hand. She tugs greedily.

Carelessly.

She wants me so badly, she’s not putting much thought into her moves, and that drives me far wilder than any skilled hand job ever could.

I stare into her eyes.

Two dark, glistening wells. Her lips are pink and puffy, just like her nipples right now. Her pale skin matches the blanket of snow outside.

It’s all so congruent. All so perfect. I could stare for hours if it wasn’t for the throbbing heat in my cock. The need to not just fuck, but to ravish this woman.

I go in and kiss her. Exploring her lips like I never have before. Our breaths are nervous and hurried. Our exhales uneven and shaky. When the kiss breaks, we both gasp for air to get the oxygen we can’t when our mouths are busy.

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