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Taking.

Loving.

I grip the back of hisneck.

The hem of hisshirt.

His hands trail up myside.

Underside of mybreast.

Thumb grazes up the center of myneck.

Hand wraps around, long fingers threading into myhair.

Forearm tucks under my butt and effortlessly liftsme.

My leg wraps around his waist, my shoulders hunch as I press myself closer to him, if it werepossible.

He leans back just slightly, mouth still touchingmine.

“Fuck, Christine. Knew you’d feelgood.”

I shouldrespond.

If I had the ability tospeak.

He just kissed it out ofme.

“Yes,” Iwhisper.

Those damn white teeth drag across his bottom lip before a slow smile takes over his gorgeousface.

“Knew I’d talk you intoit.”

20

Andy

“Stop pacing, Dad! It’sannoying,”Reecegrumbles.

I glare at mysweetson.

“I can’t help it. Shouldn’t it be five o’clock bynow?”

“Two more hours to go.” He isn’t even nice enough to look up from his phone when he tellsme.

I flop down on the couch, groaning and fidgeting. His head drops to the back of the chair he’s sitting on. “Oh, my gosh,Dad!”

“You said to stop pacing, and Idid!”

“It’s not anybetter!”

Aidan walks into the room with a giant bowl of ice cream, distracting Reecemomentarily.

He licks his lips and nods to the bowl. “Give me abite.”

Aidan curls his lip and holds his ice cream close to his chest. “Gross. Get yourown.”

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