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I slid her bra off and stared. “Maybe I do believe in love. I think I’m in love with your tits.”

“My prince charming.”

I cupped her in both palms, she was more than a handful, and rubbed her nipples softly.

They were already hard nubs and beautifully, terrifically responsive.

Her reaction was one of shivering, delightful acquiescence.

I’d always assumed that seducing her would be largely cerebral. That enticing her with words was the way to her heart and between her legs, just going by how clever she was.

I’d pegged her all wrong, and I couldn’t have been more delighted.

She was a closet sensualist. She was putty under my hands.

I felt high on the power of it.

And then I put my mouth to her, licking and sucking at her nipples, and out came that gorgeous phone sex voice of hers.

“Oh God,” she said. “That feels so good. Don’t stop. More. More.”

God damn, she was a talker. I never would have guessed.

And nothing could have driven me madder.

I was moving my hips as I sucked, dry humping as I nuzzled, rubbing, kneading, fondling her soft flesh, wallowing in it.

I pulled back and stared. Her light pink nipples were darker now and wet from being sucked on. I tugged lightly at them in tandem, then harder. I pushed them together and started sucking again, paying carefully equal attention to both.

“You’re my favorite,” I murmured to the left one, then, “You’re really my favorite, don’t tell your sister,” to the right one.

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“What does that make you?”

“Dement—”

We both went still and quiet as someone tried the doorknob, found it locked, and started knocking impatiently.

“Turner?” my father’s voice called, loud and impatient. “Are you in there? Secretary, where is Turner?”

We stared at each other. I’d never wanted to strangle my father more, and that was really saying something.

“Go wait in my office!” I shouted at him. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Ro and I just stared at each other. I started fondling her again, tilting my head back, inviting her to kiss me.

She shook her head at me. “I need to get back to work, and you need to deal with your father.”

I scowled. “I don’t want to,” I said petulantly.

“Let me get back to work, and I might let you see a nipple again tonight.”

I nodded at her breasts, still weighing them lovingly with my hands, “Put the heavy hitters away and I might.”

“You put them away. You’re the one that got them out.”

“You could turn anything into a challenge. And I’m not sure I have the heart to cover them up. I just got them. It’s too soon.”