CRAVE: Temptation Collection

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overth

even h

y bare feet slap softly on the marble tile as I cross to the mirror. My pulse is

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et. C

ly out of my

hallway and the elevator

wn a dimly lit corrido

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in the lock, and the

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he lamp by the bed casting a l

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sm

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knew I

ugh. The kind of voice you want against your

sentence. My whole body is alread

rink down and

s off.

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itation, pulling the tank top over my head and stepping out of my panties. I

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don't

an feel his presence li

lides down my

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at the base of my spine. He pr

bad girls who read texts t

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" I whispe

. The woman I was meeting would've walked in

n up my neck. "I'm

my neck light

ath ca

ou get to find out what happens to greedy

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s,

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s,

the tip along my lips. "No han

ly, fingers la

your m

I moan as his taste floods my tongue-dark, clean, masculine. I suck gr

"You're better th

. I love the feel of him in my

and I gasp for air, spi

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ble to

d. Bend ove

. The sheets are cool under my breas

n-s

one cheek. I cry out, the

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perfect slaps. My skin burns, and my

says. "But you took

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, and I scream into the bed. He'

like he

to punish me

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slut ar

ou

pounds deeper. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, wet

e fo

ers rubbing my clit in

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on goes

ts once more, and spills i

d onto the bed, sw

ven know

a kiss to my spine, he murmurs,

wal

ns now?" I

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smacks

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