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Almost exactly what he wanted to hear "More specific, Sweets"

"Your tongue Your fingers Your big, fat cock"

"All of it, huh?" The scent of her arousal when she rocked her hips toward him made him ache "Come on, Sweets, you have to say it"

She let out a harsh groan "All of it"

In one ss She kicked the to ask

"You're eager tonight," he said, kissing his way across fro to that one spot he knew she so desperately wanted "But I have a lot of time to make up for A lot of fantasies to play out This," he stood up and wrapped his fingers around each one of her bound wrists, "was one of my favorites"

"Why?" she asked, the word ending with acolumn of her neck

He left the question unanswered, distracting her by grasping one hard nipple poking against the cotton of her T-shirt and rolling it between his fingers while she shut her eyes and let her head fall back against the door The look of wanton abandon on her beautiful face was almost more than he could take, but she needed to knoas in control here He was And if he wasn't, then everything was fucked because no one had ever erous for his career and his sanity Cops and pot dealers—even legal ones—didn’t -term lovers, especially not when they lived states away from each other

What the fuck are you thinking, Jackson? This isn't forever It's tonight Maybe the weekend She's gone as soon as the reunion is done, so cowboy up and grow a pair

Needing to stop his brain fro the kind of fantasies he couldn't allow hih her shirt, squeezing with just the right a her back in ecstasy Oh yeah This is what his girl liked A little rough A little loss of control A little tease and tickle

"Too bad about this shirt" He lathed his tongue across one of her protruding—but covered—nipples "I remember just how much you love to have these beauties played with You were always so responsive when I'd use my teeth, suck theainst the soft flesh I understand though It's obviously a very important shirt"

Leah groaned and knocked the back of her head against the door "Just do it"

He ed—just barely—not to beat his own chest in triumph "Do what?"

Giving hilare that would kill most men, she said, "You know"

"Say it" Asshole? Him? Hell yes