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      “But you said I wasn’t your business anymore.”

      Grae brought his full weight down upon her. “When will you stop taking everything I say so literally?”

      Tielle relished the brunt of his body against hers and savored the sensations he stirred.

      “Don’t do that.” Grae bowed his head, whispering the order when she moved against him in a slow, needy grind.

      “Do what?” Tielle bit down on her lip and moaned close to his ear.

      He grunted what sounded like a curse. Loosely cupping her neck, he used his thumb to tilt back her chin. Tielle followed through on giving him her tongue and didn’t know which one of them whimpered first when their tongues tangled, engaging in a sultry duel.

      Tielle had lost her cap during the unorthodox trip through the house, freeing her coarse locks. Grae gathered a fistful of the dark mass, using his hold to keep her mouth crushed beneath his. She kept her hands filled with the material of his shirt, eager to take him out of it and paying little heed to what she was doing. She only wanted this—wanted him.