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She's beautiful.

I look at her mouth.

"Trying like hell to behave."

Her lips curve.

"That sounds exhausting."

"Yeah."

She touches my jaw.

Just the tips of her fingers at first.

Then she traces the line of my stubble.

My cock throbs against my jeans.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her fingers move along my jaw to my ear, then down the side of my neck.

Exploring.

Like she's memorizing me.

And I'm sitting here trying not to haul her closer.

"You're staring," she whispers.

"Got something worth looking at."

Her breath catches.

I like that.

I like it a hell of a lot.

She leans down and kisses the corner of my mouth.

Once.

Then again.

A little closer.

Teasing.

I growl.

She draws back.

"Was that a complaint?"

"Warning."

"About?"