“That’s my girl,” he said, with a wink, before walking out the door.
Her knees trembled.
A moment later, Slade walked back in. He jumped-JUMPED!-over the counter and snaked an arm around her waist, bringing her flush against his body. “I really need that mouth of yours.” Before she had a chance to think about it, he cupped her chin in his hand, and placed his lips against hers. Her body, of course, melted into his and her tongue met his, stroke for stroke. There were nearby catcalls and whistles. When he released her, her knees trembled again and any glimmer of insecurity was completely obliterated.
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