Jordan Mann

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He deepens the kiss, and there’s no way on earth I can stop the moan that escapes me. The edge of the vanity digs into my ass cheeks from the weight of his body pressing up against me, but I’m not going to complain. I don’t want to break this moment. Not when I’ve finally got Jackson in front of me. Not when I’ve finally got his lips on mine again. His body pressed against me, enveloping me in his heady scent.
Power Forward (Chicago Thunder, #4)
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