He tears his mouth from mine. “Wait!” I startle and hop out of his lap, then stumble and almost lose my footing because my legs are like overcooked noodles. “Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. Shit.” He pushes out of the computer chair. His gaze darts back to my laptop. I swear there’s real longing in his eyes. But then…then I notice the very excessive problem in Chase’s pants. I lick my lips. I can’t help it. It’s a reflex. “Oh my God. Please don’t do that.” Chase shoves his hands in his hair and grips it tightly. “Don’t do what?” I have no idea what is happening right now. “Look at me like that. Lick your
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