Emery
Gin pouts her lips, looking at the folded sweater and joggers in my hand.
"But I like your shirt, it's comfy. It covers everything."
I arch my eyebrows at her and my gaze lands on her exposed thighs, building a hunger in me.
"Please, Gin. Believe me, you won't want the attention you'll receive if you leave the room in that."
She huffs and rips the clothes from my hands. She turns away from me and peels the shirt off.
Her cute little ass stares at me until she covers it with the joggers.
She picks up the shirt and shakes it a little, the turns her head and body slightly to peer backward at me over her shoulder.
"You didn't give me a bra."
I smirk back at her, with a glint of mischief playing in my features.
"I'm fully aware."
She rolls her eyes and faces forward pulling t
