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Swallowing my grin, I step up on the truck rail and lean over him, clicking his seatbelt in place. As I crowd his space, his hands reach out for me, pulling at my hips, stroking over my ribs. I go still and he groans, his face dropping forward to press against my shoulder.
Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)
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