I bet I could teach you a few things, [She offers, giving him that low smile that meant so much more and belonged more the bedroom than the living room. Her hand slips over his shoulder and down his chest, palm coming to rest right over the spot where his heart beats. Her eyes drop to the curve of his neck, the sweep of muscle that disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.
She can't help it. On the next step, she leans forward, lips brushing over the side of his neck.]
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She can't help it. On the next step, she leans forward, lips brushing over the side of his neck.]