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Closer to me.

I take a step.

We are within arm's reach now.

Within touching distance.

I resist.

For a few seconds, anyway.

But she is too tempting.

Too close.

Too soft.

My fingers lift.

They trace the edge of the lace above her breasts, and her breath catches.

Then I run the backs of my knuckles down her chest, along the valley between her breasts, to her navel, then lower.

She watches, her eyes growing darker.

"Does that look like mockery to you?"

I run a hand over her hip, just to feel the lace against her skin.

She takes a breath.

"No."

"Does it look like disapproval?"

"No, but—"

"Stop questioning me."

"It is not easy."

"Yes, it is," I say, sliding a finger under the edge of her panties.

She shivers.

"Do not overthink this. You are beautiful. I want you."

Her lips part in surprise.

She has no fucking idea how beautiful she is.

It's ridiculous.

Infuriating.

It makes me want to show her, inch by agonizing inch.

Slowly.

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