*Claire*

“You won’t. Not like this,” I said, kissing him passionately. His hands were under his shirt, lifting it over my head. He kissed my neck, biting my favorite spots, his hands lightly running over my back.

“I’ve missed you. God, I missed you so much,” he said. He hooked his thumbs in my panties, ripping them off. “We can buy you more tomorrow,” he said as I started to object. I smiled against his neck, enjoying his need for me. He grabbed my ass, ...