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This is exactly what I want.

But when a man that looks like that, like he might pull your soul out of your body through your vagina, you back away.

Hans frees the last button, and I bump into the mattress.

His shirt hits the floor, and he stops.

Eyes boring into mine, Hans kicks his shoes off while he unbuckles his belt.

He steps out of his shoes. And shoves his pants down his hips.

They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them. Steps closer. In nothing but straining boxer briefs.

My mouth has gone dry, all the moisture pooling between my thighs.

Hans grips the bottom of my sweatshirt. “Arms up.”

I do as he says.

When cool air hits my stomach, I know my tank top is being pulled off too.

The hoodie passes over my head. And I’m left in just my little sleep shorts. No underwear.

I feel so exposed. More exposed than I’ve ever been to him.

Even with him watching me…

“Have you seen me naked?” I ask him, my voice a rasp.

“I couldn’t.” His hands close over my rib cage. “I couldn’t cross that line.”

I grab his forearms to steady my shaky legs. “You couldn’t?”

He inches his hands up and runs his thumbs along the underside of my tits.

My nipples are so hard they hurt.

“I was never going to touch you.” He moves his hands to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

“Never?” I dig my fingertips into his arms.

I can’t imagine this never happening.

Can’t believe the world would be so cruel.

“You deserve the best life, Butterfly.” He lowers his mouth to suck one peak into his mouth.

My hands automatically go to his hair, finally feeling the silky texture as I dig my fingers into the strands.

He moves to the other side, sucking that nipple between his lips.

“Hans!” I call out.

He releases my breasts. “You’re calling me something else tonight.”

Something else?

Then I remember.

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