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Pace slid his hands up Stacia’s neck and cupped her cheeks. He smiled lovingly down at her and then tipped his lips to hers. She sighed against his lips and opened her mouth to him. Their tongues volleyed as desire coursed through them. They had been holding it back as they hashed out all the issues that had been staring them in the face for far too long. But, now, all that was left was the passion that had started everything.
His hands slipped to the hem of her dress, and he tugged the material up and over her head. He admired her black lacy lingerie as she worked on removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
“f**k, you look sexy,” he said, running his hands up and down her body.
“I’ve been living at the gym when I’m not at the library,” she said with a sheepish smile.
“I know.”
