[Her breath caught in her throat when his teeth dragged across her skin, the feeling of his hand running across her leg, catching in the garter...she had him.]
I rarely do.
[She teased, taking another breath]
You saw the looks I was receiving, what makes you different from any of them?
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I rarely do.
[She teased, taking another breath]
You saw the looks I was receiving, what makes you different from any of them?