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“You tasted good. Does all of you taste that good? I bet it does. I can smell it. I can practically taste you.”Carrie was speechless. There was no denying it now. She was wet—more than wet. Because of Greg and he knew it.Greg reached out to trace her jaw as he sat down on the bed. His warmth resonated. His smell smothered her. “You’ve been quiet,” he commented. “Nothing much to say?”“Get off my bed and get out of my property.” Greg laughed. Despite her words, he climbed up the bed until he was lying down next to her. He lay on his side and propped his head on his hand so that he was facing her. His foot brushed against Carrie’s. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breathing labored.“I know you’ve wondered what it would be like,” Greg said.“I know what it’s like. I was mated.”“How long had that been?” Greg retorted. “Did you really like that? Did you really feel that?” Greg’s gaze penetrated her. For a second, Carrie feared he could see into her brain, and find out her thought
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Greg watched her sleep. The quilt hid her nude form, but even with his eyes closed, he could make out the softness of her curves, the sharpness of her bones.He wanted her. Even as he looked at her now, he longed for her, to touch her, to kiss her. For her touches, for her kisses. He could hear her heart beat steadily, her breathing even and slow. Light was leaking from the tiny gap between the curtain, so Greg knew they would be getting up soon. He nudged her gently, whispering sweet words to wake her up. It didn’t take long before Carrie turned over and gazed at him with half-aware eyes. “What time is it?” She asked groggily. After the night they had, he knew she was tired. “7:30.”His boss groaned, nuzzling on his chest and murmuring her protest. “We need to get up.” He poked her sides, willing her to move.“No,” she groaned, making him laugh. She looked cute like this.Unable to help himself, his hand moved slowly over her supple body. From the roundness of her breasts, dow
