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Klaus brushed his fingertips along the top edges of her bra. “Very pretty. Are all your bras like this?”

She paused a second, just long enough for him to remember that this was the only bra she had with her, then said, “I like pretty lingerie. It makes me feel good and no one can see it. Not too lacey, though. Lace scratches my skin.”

He’d buy her dressers full of lingerie, pretty things that only the two of them would ever see. And maybe some naughty items, too.

His fingers stroked her, moving over her bra and finding the hard nub of her nipple underneath. “It would be a sin to scratch skin as soft as yours.” He ran his fingernail over her nipple, just a light flick.

“That feels good.” Her voice sounded a little breathless.

“I’ll remember that.” He wanted to know everything that made her feel good, that made her squirm and want him. And he didn’t know if it would be more fun to discover each touch and lick that turned her on or to know them and play her like an instrument, one orgasm