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— Oh, come on, Robbie, stop pretending you don’t like that I marked up your cute little face, — purred Emilia, just a few hours after Emmet had been pressing her full breasts against his shoulder so hard that the lace of her bra dug into his skin through the fabric of his robe.
Robbie froze, like caught in a trap. He could feel the softness, the firmness, the heat of her body, and it drove him crazier than the kiss marks all over his neck and cheeks.
— Em… Emm, ugh, stop it! — he tried to pull his hand free, but she only pressed harder against him, her heels clicking on the tiles, her skirt riding up a little higher. — I swore to you, that when you became… like this again! That I’d do everything I could to stop you!
Emilia laughed right into his ear and suddenly spun around so their faces were almost level. The glasses on her nose slid down slightly, and a dark streak of lipstick still lingered at the corner of her lips.
— Stop me? — she bit her lip playfully and, as if mocking him, traced her finger around one of the bright kisses on his cheek. — Robbie, darling, you actually promised me last time you wouldn’t be such a bore again.
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