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Lips moved against her calf.
“Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me.”
If the words didn’t do her in than the gentle prodding of her chin as she nudged Alex’s knees apart surely had.
Day was done, sunlight fading, twilight luminescent in her eyes. Slow like honey were the words that dripped from her tongue before it sank into her.
Whispered urgency not heard in dark, empty corridors or adjoining offices echoed in hers. Creaking leather, the slick crackle of sex—sloppy and undignified, though empyrean by nature, she was undone.
Settling back on her haunches, Olivia admired her bared and beautiful, pale and fragile before slinking away from the scene of her greatest crime.
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