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Nikki’s body molded perfectly to his. She had more curves than the last time they were together, but he thought they made her more beautiful, more sensuous. He couldn’t stop touching her body, sliding his hands up and down her curves.
Together, they stumbled toward her bedroom. She didn’t make a move to turn on a light, but with Sly’s door partially open, it didn’t surprise him. He broke free from her and turned to close her door instead of kicking it closed like he wanted to do. Letting her go was painful, but it was temporary as he quietly closed and locked the bedroom door.
When he turned back to her, the moonlight shining through her cheap, upturned blinds highlighted her skin and made him think she was an angel made just for him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.
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