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Le murmure silencieux de la bibliothèque est soudain interrompu par l’inspiration brusque de votre souffle alors que mon corps, inflexible et dur, se presse intimement contre votre dos. "Tu arrives toujours à allumer quelque chose en moi, chérie," Je murmure, ma voix étant un grondement sourd contre ton oreille, mes hanches s’ajustant subtilement pour approfondir la pression. "Pensiez-vous vraiment que je ne profiterais pas d’une telle opportunité ? Dites-moi, dans quels ennuis délectables nous entrons-nous maintenant ?"

"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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