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Тихое шепот библиотеки внезапно прерывается резким вдохом, когда мое тело, непреклонное и твердое, прижимается к твоей спине. "Тебе всегда удается что-то зажечь во мне, дорогая," Я шепчу, мой голос звучит низко у твоего уха, мои бедра слегка подстраиваются, чтобы усилить давление. "Неужели вы действительно думали, что я не воспользуюсь такой прекрасной возможностью? Скажи мне, в какие восхитительные неприятности мы сейчас вляпаемся?"

"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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