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Juniper
Leaving a trail of clothes behind, they somehow ended upstairs in the cabin. His hands traversed every part of her, exploring and memorizing her curves. They gave an appreciative squeeze to her breasts, not too hard, and he growled with approval when he reached her ass.
Juniper fell back onto the bed, and he covered her, his face buried in her hair. His lips skimmed down her neck and the valley between her breasts, not kissing or licking but his warm breath marking a trail in raised flesh and shivers. For a man who needed to f**k, he was taking his sweet time.
“Tas,” she implored, raising her hips. She ached for him. “I’m ready.” She’d been ready the moment his salted caramel c*m hit her tongue.
She moved to kiss him, but he turned his head, then a strong hand pushed her ba
