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She wasn’t naked. What she wore was somehow more. A Christmas “bikini” so scandalously small it was a miracle of engineering. The fabric was a bright, festive red, trimmed with a fur of faux white that did nothing to cover anything. The triangles meant to be a top were laughably inadequate for her full, heavy breasts. Pale, creamy flesh spilled gloriously over the edges, the deep valley between them a shadowy promise. The bottoms were just a tiny red triangle connected by a thin string at each hip, leaving the elegant curve of her hips and the soft mound beneath almost entirely bare.

She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes were dark, hungry, fixed on the overflowing swell of her chest.

“I… I missed you,” she whispered, her voice shaky. She took a step forward, letting the robe slide off her shoulders to pool on the floor behind her. The air kissed her exposed skin, raising goosebumps. “I need you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. About how much I love you. How much I… want you.”