Page 55 of Dangerous Encore

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Even if it'storture.

"Look at me when you come,angel."

Her nod is heavy. Needy. She lets out a sigh as she blinks hereyesopen.

She stares back at me, her eyes heavy withdesire.

There's no spacebetweenus.

Nodistance.

This is right. How we should be—torturing eachother.

She shudders as she rubsherself.

Her teeth sink intoherlip.

Her nails sink into herthigh.

"Fuck, Joel." Her hand knots inmyhair.

Then she's there, groaning my name and tugging atmyhair.

This is whatIneed.

What webothneed.

She wraps her arms around me and she pulls mecloser.

Her lipsbrushmine.

All her love is pouringintome.

All my love is pouringintoher.

The universe is the twoofus.

I slide my hands to her hips and I pull her bodyontomine.

She groans against my lips as my tip brushesagainsther.

Then it's one delicious inch atatime.

Fuck.

She feelssogood.

And the way her hand is knotting inmyhair—

The way she's bucking her hipsagainstmine—

She wraps her legs around mywaist.

She breaks our kiss enough to lean back and plant her handsbehindher.

Her eyes lock with mine as she lifts her hips tomeetme.

We stay locked like that, moving together, breathingtogether.

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