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Kyle Rai lowers herself so she’s kneeling between my open legs. I’m barely paying attention to what the Italians are discussing with Adrian. All I can focus on is the woman in front of me in nothing but a provocative see-through nightgown. My gaze slides back to the rosy nipples peeking through the red material. My mouth waters like a fucking horny teenager. All my urges culminate in the need to take those nipples in my mouth, suck on them, and bite down until she makes that startled, needy sound. My chain of thoughts is interrupted when she reaches for my belt with sure yet slightly shaky hands. I should stop her, take the laptop, and go to the balcony. Or, better yet, I could turn her toy on and torture her a bit for my own pleasure, but I’m frozen in place. My limbs don’t move even when I order them to. A deep part of me wants to see how far she’ll take this and where exactly she wants to go. Rai’s never initiated anything between us—sexual or not. She might appear like she’s strong