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“You still have your entire uniform on.”

I nodded again.

“You have to be uncomfortable.”

I sat up, placing us face to face.

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t move away.

Slowly, I started to unbutton the buttons of my uniform top, one by one.

My skin brushed against her soft top as I did, teasing the edges of her breast with my knuckles.

She started to breathe heavily, her eyes going soft with excitement instead of sleep.

I shrugged out of the shirt once it was completely unbuttoned and tossed it to the floor next to the couch.

She reached for the Velcro of my Kevlar vest and rid me of that next.

The loud thunk of the heavy vest hitting the floor was startling.

“What are we doing here, Black?”

My hands skimmed up the length of her side, one finger catching the material and dragging it up.

That’s when I saw the soft glint of her belly button ring.

I’d been there when she’d gotten it.

The tattoo artist that she’d gone to thought her ID was fake.

It wasn’t, and I’d confirmed it.

I’d watched as she got her belly button pierced by him, paid him, tipped him, then flipped him off as she left.

Today’s ring was a barbell with a ruby-red jewel in the middle of it.

I ran my thumb over the piercing.

“After you flipped him off.” I chuckled. “He cursed himself. Apparently, he thought you were hot, and the boss made him check the ID because you didn’t look eighteen.”

“I don’t know why he thought it was fake,” she grumbled, her hands going to my chest.

“I think that he didn’t expect the attitude,” I mused, my fingers moving inward to unbutton her shirt now.

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop me.

I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

One more button followed.

And another.

And another.

Another.

Soon the inside swells of her breasts were revealed as I slowly parted the two folds of fabric.