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68. I’ll stay here

Author: Anne Joyce
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-18 08:44:17

ACE

I didn’t know who started it. But the second our lips met again, I stopped thinking.

This kiss was deeper—bolder. Her breath hitched, and her body shifted a little in my lap, like she was trying to find a more comfortable position … or maybe something closer. Something more.

I let out a quiet sigh as my fingers slipped under the collar of her pajama shirt, brushing against her warm skin. She tensed for a second, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me harder. Her lips demanding, her tongue tracing mine in a rhythm that made my thoughts go static.

My sanity was almost gone.

She moved again—arched her hips, sliding in closer. Her knees were braced beside my waist now, bodies aligned. Her chest pressed to mine, her stomach against me. I could feel her heartbeat, wild and uneven.

My hand slipped under her shirt, finding the smooth line of her back. I traced her spine slowly, deliberately.

And yeah—I’d been hard for a while now.

She kne
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  • The Heiress and the Four Brothers   83. You are ridiculously cute

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