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She shifts suddenly, and I pull back as she tugs the fabric of her dress out from under her leg where it was stuck.
“I think it’s time for that thing to come off,” I say. “Don’t get me wrong—it’s absolutely, knock-out gorgeous. But it’s interfering with important things.”
She cocks a brow. “I bet you a thousand dollars I could sleep in this dress. No problem.”
“Keep your thousand dollars.” I scoot closer and reach around her back for one of the many clasps, letting my lips graze hers. “It’s not staying on.”
She smiles against my lips. “Did I ever mention how bossy you are?”
She doesn’t even give me the chance to defend myself.
THE END
