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I had an idea. I sat up, flattened my hands over his abdomen, and smiled up at him. I pressed a soft kiss to the square inch of warm skin right below his belly button. He froze. “What’re you doing?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased. Maintaining eye contact, I traced a circle around his belly button with my tongue, then dipped it in. His sucked in breath made me grin. I was getting an inkling of how my unraveling made him feel, and I wanted more of it. I wanted him undone. My fingers found the fly of his jeans. The buttons slid open with the silkiness of melted butter. I pressed a kiss to the small strip of newly exposed skin above his briefs, and Jackson stopped breathing. When I licked it, he softly moaned. “Your little tongue,” he whispered, staring at me in fascination. “Yo
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