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‘You’re never going to have another night like this so no ht, understood?’

She nods silently

‘Are you wet?’

‘Yes’

‘Hoet?’

‘Dripping,’ she says hoarsely

I sht?’

‘Yes Anything’

Three

Tasha Evanoff

Wet

He steps away from me suddenly and I feel as if someone just replaced my kneecaps with Rowntree jelly sweets He walks to his desk, leans his slie and crosses his arms over his chest

Under the overhead light his black hair glints, but his eyes are shadowy and hooded, impossible to tell the expression in theaze unhurriedly travel over netis a rush of heat to my belly I become as vulnerable and exposed as if I am naked

‘Take your panties off’ His voice is pleasant, but throbs with heat

My breath speeds Surely he doesn’t rade me as if I was soht just because I offered htens

‘Are we going to … um … do it here?’

‘No’

‘Then why?’

He remains motionless ‘Because I want you to’

No one has ever spoken to ht hurt h me The air crackles with sexual tension as I slowly, deliberately, slipround and step out of them