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”
His
finger
reaches
the
back
of
my
halter
dress
midway
down
my
spine
,
and
hooking
his
finger
beneath
the
top
,
he
pulls
me
closer
so
that
I
step
back
against
him
so
that
he
’
s
flush
against
my
body
.
Leaning
down
,
he
inhales
my
hair
.
“
You
smell
so
good
,
Anastasia
.
So
sweet
.
”
His
nose
skims
past
my
ear
down
my
neck
,
and
he
trails
soft
,
featherlight
kisses
along
my
shoulder
.
My
breathing
changes
,
becoming
shallow
,
rushed
,
full
of
expectation
.
His
fingers
are
at
my
zipper
.
Achingly
slow
,
once
more
he
eases
it
down
while
his
lips
move
,
licking
and
kissing
and
sucking
their
way
across
to
my
other
shoulder
.
He
is
so
tantalizingly
good
at
this
.
My
body
resonates
,
and
I
start
to
squirm
languidly
beneath
his
touch
.
“
You
.
Are
.
Going
.
To
.
Have
.
To
.
Learn
.
To
.
Keep
.
Still
,
”
he
whispers
,
kissing
me
around
my
nape
between
each
word
.
He
tugs
at
the
fastening
at
the
halter
neck
,
and
the
dress
drops
and
pools
at
my
feet
.
“
No
bra
,
Miss
Steele
.
I
like
that
.
”
His
hands
reach
around
and
cup
my
breasts
,
and
my
nipples
pucker
at
his
touch
.
“
Lift
your
arms
and
put
them
around
my
head
,
”
he
murmurs
against
my
neck
.
I
obey
immediately
,
and
my
breasts
rise
and
push
into
his
hands
,
my
nipples
hardening
further
.
My
fingers
weave
into
his
hair
,
and
very
gently
I
tug
his
soft
,
sexy
hair
.
I
roll
my
head
to
one
side
to
give
him
easier
access
to
my
neck
.
