TWENTY-TWO
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“I feel naughty,” she said, turning her body into his when he shut the bedroom door. The lights were still off when he closed his arms around her, making no move to put them on. Devon nestled into him. “I’m so glad we didn’t run into Bess.”
“Are you worried that she’ll disapprove?”
“Disapprove?” Shoving at his jacket, Devon got it off his shoulders, then moved on to loosening his tie. “That woman’s been encouraging me to find ways into your pants for weeks.”
“You don’t need encouragement,” he said after she flung away his tie and grabbed his waistband to pull him across the room.
“No, I don’t.”
Devon was giddy, an over-excited schoolgirl who’d just drunk her first beer at prom. Usually her first time with a guy was a nerve-wracking experience. She would be anxiou
