Page 147 of Torrid Passion
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We don’t have to talk. We can just text back and forth. As long as I get to see you.
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You’re perverted, Lochlan Berkshire.
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I won’t deny it… especially when it comes to you.
And if I don’t grin like a fool.
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I don’t know…
I pull my lower lip between my teeth.
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Come on. This will be fun. Let’s get on Messenger!
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Okay.
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A few seconds later, his handsome face pops up on my screen.
Yellow panties and a red gar-ter belt? A little wild, don’t you think? Nice tits, though. Is the bra two-toned?
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No, these are my panties. I just removed the bra and I was about to remove the garter belt when you texted. So far, I’m not feeling any of them. I’ve already eliminated the first three sets.
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Try on the other sets. I ex-pect an Agent Provocateur-like fash-ion show.
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He has the nerve to lean against his seat and cross an arm over his chest. He even points his chin at the screen, cocking an eyebrow.
He’s waiting.
Asshole.
I position my phone on a chair and adjust it so he can see me.
He gives me the thumbs-up, a cocky smile stretching his lips.
Twenty minutes later. I’ve tried on all the items. Nadya knocked on the door a few times to make sure I was okay. I explained I had a lot of options to consider. That seemed to do the trick.
Loki is an attentive spectator. At some point, he seemed to be on the verge of driving over here to get a front row seat. He loved every single one of the pieces I selected. He even had scorecards to grade the selections. I scored a perfect ten throughout. This was naughty and fun.
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