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Chapter 8-2
I laugh again at how puzzled he sounds. “The hook’s in the front,” I finally explain. “Ahh, I was just about to find some scissors and cut the damn thing off.” “Figured you’d be a pro at ripping off bras,” I tease as he leans down and wraps his arms around my chest. “You’re kind of damaging my ego here.” I can tell he’s smiling as he struggles to find the hook. Moments later, he finally unlatches it. “Good. It could go down a few notches,” I quip as I help him slide it off my arms. “Ooh, you’re even sassier when you’ve been drinking.” I turn my head just in time to see him smirk. “Or have you just been holding back on me?” “Get off your high horse, cowboy.” “Really? A cowboy joke?” He arches a brow as he cups my bare breast and squeezes. He begins to massage and flicks the n****e,
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