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[ As her skirt bunches up, he slides his hand down, over her bare thighs. His palms are rough, warm. He's grown familiar with her place now, this little home she shares with Nadine—and it's automatic to push aside the cushion that seems to always be in his way when they're on the couch.

Then he's leaning back, legs spreading to invite her to settle further on top. He breaks the kiss only for a moment, kissing the curve of her jaw before he returns to her lips. He closes his eyes, lets her scent wash over him.

He trails his hand further up her leg, towards her backside, and squeezes, blunt edges of his nails digging in a hint. ]