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She peeked up at him. “You’re addictive. You?”
“Same here.”
She kissed his chest and dragged her tongue over his nipple. “Where’s that necktie you wore at the reading of the will?”
“Packed.”
“I can think of a much better use for that clothing accessory. Let’s get it out.”
“My wild, wild stepsister.” He kissed her.
The corners of her lips quirked. “It’s you, brother. It’s all you.”
His cock twitched. “Again?”
“You read my mind.”
His muscles grew taught. “This time, my way.”
“And what is your way?” she asked, caressing the curve of his biceps.
“Dirty,” he replied. “Very,verydirty.”
