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Chandler surged forward and took her mouth. Oh, he took it deep and sweet and hot and hungry. Endless, wonderful kisses that had them panting and sighing and moaning as her hands ripped at his shirt. He took pity, breaking away to tear it off. Her hands slid over his skin, wonderful and gorgeous and stacked with muscles.

Using his hands underneath her ass, he picked her up and stood, then moved to the couch in the sitting room area. He turned them so that she was underneath him on the couch. Once she was settled, those hands moved onto the waistband of her leggings as he peeled them off. They landed in a heap on the floor. Her underwear came next, his tongue coming out to lick along his bottom lip in a way that had her writhing helplessly while he stood and shucked off his pants and boxer briefs.

Before he came back between her legs, Chandler snagged his wallet from the side table and pulled out a condom.

She widened her legs so that he could settle his hips between them, and their ha