He hooks his knuckle around the elastic of her panties, drawing the thin cotton over her hips. He reaches beneath her kneecap and pulls her legs out straight, toes extended like a ballerina on point, and rests them on his shoulders while he walks her underwear past her ankles.
His lips touch the outside of her knee. "You got something against pet names?"
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His lips touch the outside of her knee. "You got something against pet names?"