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His hand closed around my arm as he closed the door and shut off the fluorescent lights above us.
“I missed you. I missed your smell. I missed your taste. I missed your mouth.”
His hands moved faster than his words as they pushed through my hair, over my chest, under my skirt and then palmed the front of my neck as his mouth moved to the heartbeat at my wrist.
He walked backwards, leading me by his mouth and my wrist, until we were at the table where his bag and signature tub of Red Vines sat.
“You and that candy. How you’ve tortured me with that candy.” It was barely a whisper as he sank his teeth into my flesh and then licked and kissed the faint row of indents across my veins.
“You are wrong. You are the torturer and I am the torturee.” His tongue moved up my arm pausing to kiss each freckle along the way. He pushed me gently on the table and held me as I tipped back against it.
“That’s not even a word.” I gasped and he unbuttoned my sweater to slip his hand inside.
Omgggg I can't wait for this!!!
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