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... highs brushed against mine, the damp warmth radiating from between them—if she didn’t stop, I was going to blow right here in these stupid leaf shorts, and that wasn’t part of the plan.
**Aunt Irene** pulled back with a smirk, her fingers trailing down my chest like she owned me. "How do you expect to handle a woman if you can’t even breathe?" Her laugh was low, mocking, like she had me figured out.
Oh, she had no idea.
I locked eyes with her—**Aunt Irene**—and let my lip ...
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