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Jake’s hands suddenly gripped my waist and pulled me up to face him.

I barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on mine again—deep, hungry, tasting like both of us. The kiss was messy and open, all tongue and heat, while he shoved his boxers the rest of the way down. The fabric slid over his thighs and hit the floor with a soft thud.

Then came the sharp little clink of the key landing right beside them.

I froze for half a second, eyes opening, but Jake didn’t let me go far. He kept kissing me, one hand tangled in my hair, the other still locked...