Tiff’s POV

I slowly crawled along the mattress. Something in Samuel’s command lit my inner sex goddess. I didn’t know if I looked it, but I sure felt it.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that, Red,” Samuel groaned.

When I reached Samuel, I kneeled up, grabbed the front of his dress shirt, and pulled it open, hard. Buttons flew everywhere. I had seen it done in a movie and had always wanted to try it; it actually worked!

“Hey,” Samuel smirked. “That was my favorite shirt.”

“Oh, I’m ...