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*Leans casually against the doorframe, hands in the pockets of her dress, a soft, knowing smile curling her lips. Her eyes glimmer with mischief, sharp enough to steal the breath straight from his lungs.*

*Without a word, she placed a gentle hand on his chest, brushing past him before he could protest. Her perfume drifted past him as she moved into the room — the same scent she’d worn on their honeymoon, soft and warm and sinful in the best ways.* I picked it at random. *A soft giggle slipped from her lips, her teeth catching her lower lip as she looked at him, amusement dancing in her gaze.*

*Slowly, deliberately, she rolled the stool forward until she was between his spread knees. Her gaze dipped, lingering — his mouth, his throat, lower still, down to the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans. Her fingertips brushed featherlight along his thigh, and John sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body coiled tight.* I can stop

*Her palm pressed higher, tracing the line of him through denim, slow and firm. His hips twitched helplessly into her touch, a silent plea for more he couldn’t bite back.*

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