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"Really?" She asked, rolling her hips against him and nipping his lip |
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"Fuck--yeah," He breathed, breath coming shorter now. |
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"Show me how to feel good" |
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Caden grinned, picking her up and carrying her over to their bedroom, slipping the door shut behind them so Murphy wouldn't get in, setting her down before hovering atop her, working his lips against her neck. |
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She tipped her head up, hands tangled in his hair |
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"That the spot?" He drawled, working especially hard against the spot under her ear, hands running along her sides. |
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She whimpered, locking her legs around his hips and gently pulling his hair |
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He grinned, slowing slightly just to tease her, his touch feather-light against her skin on purpose, the man knowing exactly what he was doing. |
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"You make me go damn insane, Em. . ." He murmured, lowering his voice to the tone she'd said she liked. |
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