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His eyes roll down, sweeping my chest before lingering on my sex.

He purses his lips, slowly bringing his cigarette back to his mouth. Smiling around it, he teasingly runs his hand up his cock.

The game is on.

Without tearing my gaze away from him, I tilt my head back and arch my spine.

I raise my arms and comb my fingers through my hair, pushing my breasts forward.

His gaze drifts over me, from my lips to my breasts and the spot between my legs.

Smirking and cocking his head to the side, he puts his cigarette between his lips again and casually takes another drag.

Lips curled into a wolfish grin, he blows the smoke up.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he says, his words wrapped in a smoky tone.

I feel pleasure before I suddenly remember.

Wait a minute.

My head resumes its natural position when I clasp my hips.

“Where were you?” I ask in a stern voice, the magic of the moment shattered.

His eyebrows shoot up, his eyes flashing amusement and disbelief.

“Where was I?”

“Yeah. Where were you? Were you with that woman?”

He chuckles, entertained.

“Are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” I say, annoyed. “Seriously... Where were you?”

“On the beach.”

“Fucking?”

His palms shoot up in the air.

I just gave him another reason to grin from ear to ear.

“Why do you care?” he asks.

“I don’t care... I just wanted to know where you were.”

I slip off the bed and strut to him. He runs his eyes over me as I stand naked in front of him.

“You’re a fine piece of ass, Senna.”

“And you’re such a gentleman,” I say, turning my back to him.

“I am. I gave you some space...” he says, his voice echoing behind me.

I pivot to him, and his gaze drops below my waist, his legs pulling open while his hand brushes the bulge pushing against his pants.


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