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“Jesus Christ, you smell so good,” Abbot inhales loudly, face buried in her hair. Samira bites back a throaty sound, tightens her fingers on his neck. The skin is so hot there, he must be so flushed.
She knows what it must look like. Saw it last month, as she watched red seep through his cheeks and down his chest. She didn’t dare touch his skin back then. She slides a finger below the collar of his shirt now.
“Samira,” he rasps, mouth open against the skin below her ear. She feels a moist drop there, as he lets his tongue out and sucks on her earlobe. As he bites it. “Can I taste you?”
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After a startling call from Robby, Jack Abbot could use a drink. Samira Mohan could use one, too. That leads them tumbling to his couch.