That said, I’m happy to share this week’s teaser.
“Do you like this shirt?” I ask her.
Her brows scrunch together in confusion. “I guess. It’s not my favorite or anything.”
“Wh-” she starts, but her eyes widen when I grab the thin fabric and begin to tug hard. Her shirt has no resistance and easily begins to tear in two.
“You really like lace, don’t you?” I ask, kissing the cleavage peeking from the top of yet another lacy bra, this one a nude color. Looking up, Presley seems a little shocked that her torso is now showing, her shirt torn open, but she looks so hot too. I push her shirt off her shoulders and then run my hands down her chest to the button of her jeans.
“Don’t mess these up,” she whispers, her eyes focused on my hands.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. These are my favorite jeans, Smarty.”