I wanted to tell Hank to stop.However, in that split second of hesitation, Hank's hand had already slipped beneath the hem of my shirt.His palm was rough from the hard labor he did, and it moved slowly along my side, lingering before brushing past again. The faint friction sent a strange sensation through me, part discomfort, part something I did not even want to name, spreading across my skin like a quiet current.I tried to struggle one more time. However, Hank had clearly run out of patience. He wrapped an arm around my waist, lifted me effortlessly, and carried me toward the bedroom in just a few quick steps.The world tilted for a moment, and by the time I came back to my senses, I was already pressed down onto the bed. He lowered his head, burying his face near my neck as he drew in a deep breath. "Suzanna," he said with a low laugh, "the way you smell… It's driving me crazy."Instinctively, I pushed against his chest, but the heat of his skin threw my heartbeat off rhythm
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