“Sesily . . . The reasons I should stop have nothing to do with our location.” Before she could ask him to elaborate, he licked over her skin to the lobe of her ear, sucking at it until she shivered her pleasure. “I should stop because you feel fucking glorious. Like a treasure to be thieved.” Oh. Oh. She liked that. “I should stop, because you make me feel like a thief. Stealing your touch, your scent, your kiss—” He did just that, taking her mouth like a marauder, deep and thorough. Except he wasn’t stealing. She gave it freely. When he released her from his caress, he said, soft and hot at
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