Six Sentence Sunday: Catnip

He sits up rapidly, leaning to lick along my collar bone as he undoes my bra. “Tasty.” His whisper makes me shiver.

“Like catnip?”

He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, “You are most definitely my catnip.”

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