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Hailey
The fire Ransom had lit, fed, and fanned roared up inside me. I reached up and wound my fingers into his hair before pulling his lips back down to mine.
Everything felt right, his body on mine. His hand moved over my skin, making me pant with desire. His mouth worked its magic as he moved lower, kissing my breasts and teasing my n*****s. Moaning, I ran my hands running over his back, sliding down to his waist before cupping his taut a*s. I was on fire and ached to have him inside of me. I was about to tell him when someone’s cell phone beeped, startling us both.
Ransom broke away from me with a rough gasp.
“Yours or mine?” I asked after finding my voice.
Ransom nodded toward my stuff. “This time it’s not me. Your duffel bag is ringing.”
Tension flooded through me,
