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Granger brought a hand to the rounded curve of her buttocks, gripping her body. His other hand held her neck. Elena didn't even realize that the moan echoing in the room came from her when the hard length of his arousal pressed against her belly.

He pushed them backward until her back met the dresser.

Granger pushed the objects on the furniture aside and lifted her up, settling her rear on the top, never breaking the kiss.

Elena wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. She knew this was wrong. She knew she shouldn't be here. But she was so tired of thinking. She just wanted them to be each other's for as long as they could. There was a peace in the physicality of it all that she never realized before.

Elena began unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it out of his pants. She pulled the buttons without the slightest concern of breaking them. They only broke apart when the last button caught, and Granger looked down, helping her open it.

Immediately, after the clothing was gone,