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Harker closed his computer. It was late. Time to go face the wrath that was Alison. He still hadn’t decided if he should seduce her or wait. They both had merits. He walked down the hallway toward his house.
He loved the slow art of seduction—the seemingly accidental touches of his hand and body against hers, the covert looks that lasted only long enough for her to notice, the double entendres and dance of words. It was mental foreplay that could last for hours and lead to mind-blowing s*x.
However, while he wasn’t a fan of abstinence, this time waiting might be worth it. Alison would hold out, fighting her desire, until she was creaming her panties when he looked in her direction. That would mean when they finally did f**k, it’d be rough, hard and desperate.
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