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"God...!" He stood up and his mouch found my neck almost immediately. He plastered little little kisses there that caused shivered down my spine.

"Tann, the files..."

"Work can wait until morning," he said in a low growl. "I can't. Not anymore. Thank you for coming to me on your own, Jasamina. You dont know what it means to me."

I smiled hesitantly and relaxed, even though my heart was forming different beats in my chest.

His hands moved on me more urgently, pulling the silk top free of my waistband. He sighed with satisfaction when he slid his rough fingers underneath the delicate fabric and touched my smooth skin.

I gave up trying to use common sense and gave myself up to him.

He kissed me then. A meeting of mouths that started out so soft and gentle. My tongue met his