She twisted down and to the left.
A groan escaped him.
“You like that?” she panted.
Their eyes were locked.
“Yes,” he rasped. “A lot.”
A smile graced her face.
He closed his eyes, lost in the steady, rhythmic rocking of her hips.
Then she saw the word forming on his lips.
The amazing rolling motion halted abruptly.
“Don’t call me that.”
He opened his eyes
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