[He's not tearing his shirt open. Jill grins, biting her bottom lip as she moves. Probably not what he wants, but as she shifts to her knees she tosses the torn nightgown aside. Her hands go to his stomach, passing over his abdomen, appreciating the muscle her fingers slide over.]
You feel like you're on fire.
[He always runs hot, but this is something else. Or maybe it's just been too long since she touched him like this.]
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You feel like you're on fire.
[He always runs hot, but this is something else. Or maybe it's just been too long since she touched him like this.]