Chapter 40
Marcus;
"We're literally siblings, Kim," I rasped, painfully, even as my hand slid to her waist, trailing up until my fingers brushed the underside of her t**s.
The moans spilling out of her were devilish, enough to undo me, enough to make me flip her over that dressing table and f**k her out of my system. Maybe then I’d finally be free from these forbidden feelings.
My c**k was already painfully hard, straining against the thin fabric of my sweatpants.
She found the hem of my shirt and slid her hands under, tracing me from my stomach up to my chest.
Before I could think, she was tugging the shirt off me. I didn't stop her. I wanted to feel her touch on me.
And she didn’t slow down, running her hands over me slowly, and I couldn’t help but do the same. My hand cupped her
