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A slow grin began on Jack’s face as she pressed against him, and his hand slowly moved to her throat. He wrapped his hand gently around her neck, tilting his head to the side as he gazed down at her lips. His fingers closed a little firmly about her neck, but not too hard that it would cause pain. “Perhaps,” he started, letting up his grasp a bit. “One could be tempted to sneak in,” he continued, moving his hand to rest on her shoulder. “Name the day,” Starkey finished, not having used a complete sentence. He pulled away, heading towards the door, worried that he might get ensnared in her eyes if he stayed any longer.Â
Devyn’s lips parted as his hand found her throat, wondering if he knew how sexy she found it. If he wanted her again right that second, she’d have been all for it. Instead, she took a slightly sharper breath when he released her, smirking at his final acceptance. Considering her week, and how long she could say without sounding desperate, she flipped her hair back over her shoulder as she followed him out the door. “Three days.” She stated, brushing past him out the door to head down the stairs.Â












