“I need you,” I whispered. That was all it took for Locke—just knowing I’d asked for something he could give. His hand slid up my thigh in soothing strokes. My blood heated as my nerve endings came alive. Puck’s lips skimmed the column of my neck. “You smell like heaven and home. Everything about you is so damn perfect.” I tipped my head to the side, granting him better access, relishing the feel of his lips and the occasional prickle of his scruff. “Tell me what she feels like.” Puck’s words were a gentle order, and Locke’s eyes flashed again. “So smooth,” Locke whispered. His finger traced a
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