“Claire, this is probably not a good idea.” He said the words even as he pulled her closer, his hand tunneling under her shirt to spread with eager possession against her skin. He felt the quiver of her stomach muscles. She leaned back and rested her head against his chest, and he bent to nuzzle against the tender spot where neck met shoulder.
“No,” she whispered her agreement before she turned around to face him, “probably not.” She lifted her face, offering her lips to him.
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