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One corner of his sexy lips curls as if he knows what he’s doing to me.

Seducing me. Luring me.

I’m trolling for trouble.

He knows it.

I know it.

But, at this very moment, I don’t give a damn.

Lucky for him, or maybe me…the elevator stops.

And the doors slide open.

• • •

“Ooooh, yes, baby, yessss! Right there…!”

Evan’s tongue trails slow, wet circles in the center of my thigh, then a fingertip trails up my other leg, up along my shin, up over my knee and around to my inner thigh, slowly inching its way closer to my slick cunt.

Any thoughts of my man back home, any lingering guilt I might have felt, have long gone. At this moment, Roosevelt doesn’t exist. And there’s no room for guilt.

Only pleasure. Only heat. Only lust.

Repentance can come in the morning.

Right now the only thing that matters is this orgasm that’s boiling up inside of me. He hasn’t even touched my pussy yet, and I am already on edge of a climax.

Lord, God…

This is sinful.

By the time Evan reaches the sodden spot in the center of my panties, I am breathing hard, panting. Almost gasping.

“I can smell your pussy,” he murmurs. “Soaked in your juices. Spread your legs wider. Let me breathe you in.”

“Let me breathe you in.”

Oh, how I want him to. Breathe me in. Sniff out my soul. Then lick away my transgressions.

Yes, yes, yes, breathe me in.

The sensuality in those three words, breathe you in, has my body fluttering like a moth to a flame. Attracted to the heat. Tempted by desire.

Lord, God…

His touch, his tongue, will lead to my downfall.

A wave of heat crashes through me as I spread my legs wider and he presses his nose into my center, then inhales. Deeply. Intently.

“Mmm, so sweet, so musky,” he says, his words muffled wetly. He rubs his nose up and down along the center, smearing his nose in my cum-soaked, cum-scented panties.

“Aah. Mmm…” He breathes in, again, as if what’s between my legs is the sweetest oxygen he’s ever breathed in.

He gasps into my cunt as if he’s fighting for more. More air. More high. More arousal.

He breathes in again. Tells me how he loves the smell of wet pussy. He inhales again. Licking over the fabric again, and again.

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