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Dylan continued to drive her ith his ue, his teeth as he nibbled on her botto on it His hands traveled down the bu beneath the he thecloser and closer to the undersides of her brsts

When his exploration came to an abrupt halt, she voiced her disapproval in the forroan

"Don’t worry," he said with a chuckle "I have every intention of playing with these gorgeous tits, but first I want to enjoy the view Up you go"

In the blink of an eye, he was helping her to her feet

"What are you doing?"

A s to lie here like this--" he fell back on his elbows, looking hty pleased with himself, "--and watch while you undress"

Her eyebrows flew up "You want ?"

"Naah, no dancing required And you don’t even have to go slow Rip those clothes off if you want"

"Do it fortheonna enjoy the view"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously" He licked his lips "Coh the two of thehtly wary, wondering if he was playing a cruel joke on her Like she would take off her clothes, let him see her naked, and then he’d jump up and say, "Gotcha! I still hate you!"

Dylan must have read her mind, because he let out a breath and stood "How about this? I’ll go first"

"What--"

She didn’t get to finish her sentence, because the next thing she knew, he yanked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then shoved his sweatpants down his legs

Claire gaped at hiaze darted around like a pinball, unable to land on one particular spot Every inch of hiht six-pack, froolden hair to the unmistakable erection beneath his black boxer briefs

Soed to find her voice "The undies stay on, huh? I guess putting yourself on display isn’t as liberating as you thought, is it?"