“It felt good between my thighs,” she said, smiling.
Renzo kissed her lips. “Let’s see how it feels without, what do you say?”
“I say yes, of course, but not right this moment. I just want to touch you and kiss you. I’ve wanted to do that since Monday morning.”
“So it’s not just me,” he said, fondling her breast. When he saw her on Monday, the only thing he wanted to do was kiss her stupid and, having done that, bend her over his desk.
“No,” she replied. “I may come to regret saying this, but I got it bad for you, Lorenzo Candreva. It’s like I’m 19 all over again.”
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