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The magic words.

She wants me.

I give in to every desperate desire I’ve ever had, and I sink into kissing Ginny.

Mind.

Heart.

Soul.

All hers.

However she wants me.

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FRISKY BUSINESS

Ginny

Oh my stars,this man knows how to kiss me.

And it’s not just the way he’s threading his fingers through my hair, sending delicious sparkles all over my scalp as he grips my tangled curls, or the way his lips and tongue caress mine, or the way his stubble scratches my skin, or the way he’s resting one hand on my thigh, like he’s waiting for permission—or orders—to move it higher.

It’s like I’ve been a butterfly trapped in a net, but this kiss—it’s setting me free.

Free to flutter anywhere I want.

To explore.

To breathe.

Tolive.

I stroke his hair, kiss him harder, deeper, until I can’t sit still anymore and have to crawl into his lap, swinging one leg over his hips until I’m straddling him on the bench.

He makes a desperate noise in the back of his throat as I test rocking my clit against the hard ridge of his erection.

I love these shorts he’s wearing.

And I want him to take them off.

“Come—inside—with me,” I pant.

His hard-on surges against me as he drops his head to my shoulder. “You sure?”

“Carry me.”

He rises in one fluid motion, holding my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist and press my mouth to his neck.

I want him.

I want his kisses.

I want his body.

I want all of him, and I want him in my bed.