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Chelsey
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In three strides, Slade’s arms were around me and his lips were claiming mine.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, between kisses. “God, I can’t help myself.”
I was overcome with desire myself. I opened my mouth and met his tongue with equal fervor, kissing him back with everything I had. When that wasn’t enough, he slipped his hands under my buttocks, pulling me up so my legs straddled his waist. The next thing I knew, I was sinking into the bed and he was on top of me, nibbling and sucking on my lower lip
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his face full of need and desire. “Tell me to stop.”
I looked him in the eye. “No.”
Relieved, he pulled my hair out of the ponytail and ran his fingers through it.
Missing his lips, I pulled them back to mine and showed him how much I
