“Um, Hazel?” “Yes?” He cleared his throat. I took my copies off the paper tray and tucked them into a folder. “What?” “Your, um… buttons.” I looked at him first, before his words registered. His eyes flicked down to my chest and suddenly everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. His tongue did a tantalizing dance across his lower lip, drawing it into his mouth. Then he caught it with his teeth in a bite that sent a very unexpected rush of heat straight between my legs. Suppressing a gasp, I clenched my thighs. And then I realized what he’d just said. My buttons. I glanced down and sure
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