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n his chest to stop him gently,

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my arms around his neck

warmed instantly. "I was

pered, brushing my

fast, needy, and wet. I pressed my body to his and

ing of, and that sickened me al

n me, and now, I was

letting my hands roam down his chest down to

wilder. I needed to forget the way

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n c

a laugh, even thoug

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y feet, kissing my forehead. "Tomorrow, we'll take a w

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nd and led me

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ath the covers, muffling my gasps in

uldn'

where Knox had touched me... hove

n h

of bed and padded barefoot across the cool floo

pper thighs as I made my way down the hallway, the house heavy w

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the corner into th

was t

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against the thin mater

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ne in his hand, one arm draped casually across the counter like h

abs chiseled, that deep V disappearing in

f red wine, like he'

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ing to pretend I didn't just get pun

o early to b

wirling his wine. "Depend

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e bottled water inside, pretending like I wasn't

backs of my thighs. Like my nipples weren't hard

ice quieter now, closer. "Didn'

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alking about," I said tight

dangling from his fingers. "You've got that look. That

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't talk to m

ting hit his body in all the right ways, carving definition

, still low, still dangerous, but t

oli

me toward him, gen

a woman's needs aren't being met. I know what it feels like to be wanted... really wanted.

respond.

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eath

me like I was prey. "The way you looked at me. Like you wante

, his bare chest n

u dripp

d, unsure if it was

y hands, my mouth, and my cock. I would make you s

whispered,

. "Because you're

air behind my ear, his knuckles grazing

here. But part of you... the part you'r

dded wildly

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