In just a few hours, Zoe managed to get under my skin. I kept dreaming about her laughter, the knowing glint in her eyes that made me feel like I could tell her anything, and how soft her skin felt when I kissed her cheek. I can’t stop imagining how it would have felt to kiss her lavish mouth, lick that tempting dimple at the left corner of it and then maybe give a little nibble to that curvy top lip of hers, causing her to gasp. Taking the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth and my hands over her breasts…
“No!” I scold myself. “She’s too good for you, and you can’t have her, so just stop.”
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