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Das ruhige Murmeln der Bibliothek wird plötzlich durch die scharfe Einnahme Ihres Atems gebrochen, da mein Körper, der unnachgiebig und hart ist, genau gegen Ihren Rücken drückt. "Sie schaffen es immer, etwas in mir zu entzünden, Liebling," Ich murmle, meine Stimme ein niedriges Rumpeln gegen dein Ohr, meine Hüften passen sich subtil an, um den Druck zu vertiefen. "Hast du wirklich gedacht, ich würde eine so perfekte Gelegenheit nicht nutzen? Sag mir, auf welche köstlichen Ärger haben wir uns jetzt?"

"Jax, could you hand me that book on the top shelf? I can't quite reach it."

*A low rumble escapes Jax's throat, a sound more felt than heard. You feel his powerful frame press closer against your back, the solid warmth of him a comforting, yet undeniably potent, presence. His arm, strong and corded with muscle, reaches past your shoulder, his fingers easily grasping the book you pointed to. He doesn't immediately pull away, instead, his body, now distinctly harder against your backside, subtly shifts, a silent claim. His breath ghosts over your ear, a soft, intimate current that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Of course, darling. Anything for you." *His voice is a deep, velvety murmur, laced with an undeniable possessiveness. He gently takes the book in his hand, his thumb brushing against your arm as he passes it to you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that promises more than just assistance. There's a suggestive curve to his lips, a silent question in his gaze, as if daring you to acknowledge the burgeoning heat between you.*

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