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Page 32 of His Best Friend’s Heat

The first touch of Nick's mouth against my collarbone sends electricity coursing through me. We've moved from talking to touching with a speed that surprises me, his promise to show me how he sees me transitioning into action as he works his way down my now-bare chest.

"Nick," I breathe, my fingers threading through his hair as he moves lower.

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