Chapter Ten
Diego
Gemma’s blouse had these maddening tiny buttons. I’d never thought a button would have anything to do with the state of my body, but the tension created by them as I undid them one at a time felt like a coil tightening inside me. Matters were made decidedly worse by her breathy whimpers and the feel of her palm mapping across my chest.
When her shirt fell open, and I glimpsed her dark blue lace b*a, heat sizzled up my spine, and I let out a rough groan. She was pressed against me, so I spun us around quickly, lifting her and sliding her hips on the counter. She let out a surprised gasp, and I felt a grin kicking up the corners of my mouth when I looked at her.
“Sorry to startle you there, sugar,” I murmured before stringing a trail of kisses along her collarbone.
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