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Don't put those on, I brought your khakis. Remember, we want to appear professional but still comfortable.
I thought it was the perfect area to study.
Chris actually growled behind me, and Dirk retreated, his hands clasped in front of him. "Then you walked through my front door.
" My left elbow propped up under me with the bit of slack the rope allowed, I was able to keep my body just like he wanted it. But I closed my eyes when he moved within me again.
It was like a job fair, except instead of various employers, each station was set up with one of the possible areas of study you could get a degree in. Everything from trade work all the way up to a doctorate.
Who'd have thought it.
The moment my breath hitched, he abandoned that teasing and simultaneously slid his fingers outwards along the top of the upper lines of rope on my chest all the way out to where they disappeared under my armpits. More shivers prickled my skin, and he reversed the motion.
I carefully lifted the lid, gasping.