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He opens my door and just as I clear it, he slams me up against his car. “You look incredibly sexy today,” he murmurs.
My body tingles in every place possible, as the warmth of his breath passes over my mouth. I look down at what I’m wearing. Skinny denim jeans like the ones Dahlia helped me pick out a while ago, a tight gray sweater with one of my grandmother’s glass pendants hanging from my neck, and low, black ankle boots. “Really? In this outfit?”
He cages me in and I can feel his hard c**k against my stomach. “It’s not the clothes, it’s the way you move in them.
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