![]() I wasn’t expecting his next maneuver at all-his hand slapped hard on my right ass cheek. A faint whimper slipped between my lips as he fisted my powder-blue, lacy thong and lifted. ![]() My breath became trapped in my lungs when his hand moved to my bare ass. Why? What the hell was wrong with me? I wanted this? I was a slut, and I could think of no other way to put it. “Turn around,” Paxton ordered in the most sexy, sultry tone I’d ever heard, or could remember. My knees trembled and my hands gripped harder, white knuckling the countertop for support. He slid them over my hips with a slight struggle, wearing the same lustful expression. He dropped to his knees and tugged on my shorts. The scrape and grind of the metal echoed in the room. He took just as much time sliding the zipper down. Paxton took his time, sliding the strap out. ![]() The jingle of the buckle on my belt came next. ![]() He tugged the tail of my red shirt from my shorts. I literally had to remind myself of that mundane task, truly worrying I might die if I didn’t. ![]()
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