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She hissed in a breath when I pushed the top off her shoulders, revealing her top half to me.

I hissed in my own breath when I saw her nipples.

They.

Were.

Pierced.

Holy fucking shit, what this woman was doing to me.

“Goddamn.”

“I went back,” she said, touching the piercing of one nipple. “Later that night. Asked him to pierce my nipples. He asked me on a date. I said no.”

I swallowed hard. “Why?”

She reached for my shirt, and I let her pull it off me, revealing my chest to her.

She studied the hair covering my pecs, ran her fingers along the tattoo over my heart of Shelby’s name, then looked up at me. “Because he wasn’t you. And I had a thing for hot, older men then. Ones that looked at me like I was a problem they needed to solve.”

I swallowed, my Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You’ve always been a pain in my ass,” I said.

She shifted backward on my thighs and reached for my belt.

I let her, watching as she unlatched my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, then unzipped me.

“When y’all switched to jeans a few years ago,” she mused as she looked down at the bulge now pressing out from between the gap in my jeans. “I realized that a man in a pair of Wranglers was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”

I lifted my hips when she pushed them down off my hips.

The underwear stayed with my jeans for a second, pulling down just far enough to get to the base of my cock before they broke free of my pants and stayed.

My boots were toed off. My jeans were yanked free of my legs and tossed to the floor, my phone and keys thunking against the hardwood.

“Whoops,” she said as she heard the thunk.

I reached for her, pulling her into my body.

Her nipples teased my chest hair as she caught herself on the arm of the couch, breasts dangling.

My eyes went to the nipple rings that were now warming against my skin as I said, “Take off your panties.”

She stood up and rid herself of them.

She had no other piercings. No tattoos.

But the glint of metal in her nipples and belly was enough to have my cock fighting to free itself from my underwear.

“You, too.”

I shoved my underwear down and kicked them off.

They landed somewhere behind the couch.

I reached for her, and she came willingly, her gaze going to the steel bar between her thighs.