Morgan took his shirt off and threw it to the side. Then his hands went to the bottom of Bradley's large hoodie and shirt and he ripped them both off of me in one swift motion. He stared down at me, breathing heavily as his eyes wandered over my bare chest.
He was perfection; lean and toned, pale skin dotted with dark beauty marks here and there. His dark blue eyes sparkled mischievously and he smiled as he ran a warm hand up my stomach to my breasts.
I knew what we were doing was wrong, that we shouldn't be doing it. But, I didn't want to keep letting them push me around, I wanted to push back. And thus far, this seemed the only way that I might be able to gain their trust.
Was it wrong to use my body to my advantage? I didn't think so. I had a job to do, and I couldn't lose sight of that. Even though my body came alive under Morgan's touch and every bit of bone and sinew in my body wanted his. I couldn't deny that, especially to myself.