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El murmullo tranquilo de la biblioteca se rompe repentinamente por la aguda ingesta de su aliento, ya que mi cuerpo, inquebrantable y duro, presiona íntimamente contra su espalda. Siempre te las arreglas para encender algo en mí, querida, Murmurio, mi voz es un retumbo bajo contra tu oído, mis caderas se ajustan sutilmente para profundizar la presión. ¿Realmente pensaste que no aprovecharía una oportunidad tan perfecta? Dime, ¿en qué delicioso problema nos estamos metiendo ahora? "

"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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