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The way she steps back and bumps into the counter.

She gasps, realizing there’s no escaping this moment now.

I place my hands on the counter, kind of trapping her, but we both know she’s in control. One word and I’m out of here.

I press my body against hers and drop my mouth down to hers.

This kiss is deeper, hotter, packed with intention from both sides.

My right hand takes the chance and I grab for Piper’s ass.

She instantly grabs my wrist.

“Cutter,” she says into my mouth. “I’m not so sure about this.”

I open my hand away from her ass and take my mouth away from hers.

I stare at her.

She’s defensive and protective every second of every day.

“What about this, sweetie?” I ask.

I drop my mouth down to her neck and gently kiss.

She purrs. She sighs.

“What about… this…?”

I touch the front of her pants and unbutton them.

I drop down to my left knee in front of her and look up.

Piper looks down at me, shocked.

I curl my fingers around the top of her pants… and then her panties…

“What about this, Piper?”

I give a tug and can’t help but look.

I grit my teeth at the sight of her body.

Her pubic area, with tickling stubble. My thumbs touch.

“Oh, fuck,” I growl.

I keep going.

I slide Piper’s pants and panties down to her knees.

My hands touch her legs, climbing back up, my thumbs moving to her inner thighs.

I stroke her soft, wet labia and look up at her.

“What about this?” I ask.

“Shut up, Cutter,” Piper finally speaks.