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A Visit to Wolf Pack Number Three
RIGHT ON CUE, headlights approached. Jean-Luc came to a rolling stop and climbed out to help her with her stuff.
“Salut, Sylvie,” he whispered, his hot breath misting in the cold early morning air. He took her backpack from her and slung it into the car. “I do like women who are punctual and travel light!”
Before she could avoid it, he kissed her on both cheeks, his hair tickling her skin, and pulled her towards the vehicle. He dropped his strong hands down to her butt, cupping her to give her a heave up into the passenger seat. An involuntary frisson shot all the way down her legs to her toes. She shook herself in disbelief as she settled on the seat. What did her body know that she didn’t? As far as she was concerned, she and Jean-Luc had reached
