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Eric started to say something, then stopped motionless. The sight of her sipping and enjoying wine put every muscle in his body in a state of stagnation. Blood pounded through his veins and shot into his groin a stark warning. Her tongue licked her lips with delicate caress, he wished she'd tasted something other than wine. He wondered what the low, husky sounds she uttered when a man burrowed deep inside her hot, damp little place. He wondered if she was tight and hot as her mouth closed around him like a soft hand squeezed every last drop in him and still demanded more.

Her clothes taut with every curve of her body, from her sweet butt to her long voluptuous legs. Her shirt was lifted up and revealed a patch of bare skin. And she had clearly removed her bra, not thinking of him as a man who wanted her, but more like an annoying brother without male desires.

Damn you for starting to complicate things. He left the bowl of pasta on the table and quickly arranged the things.

"Don't dr
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