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It was past eight o’clock before Puck allowed her out of the bed. Not that she was in any rush to leave the cozy, s*x-saturated scent of her bedroom or the hard, warm body that spooned hers after a marathon session of f*****g. Sitting up, the blanket fell off her, and cool air puckered her n*****s. Puck’s hand reached for her. Starting at her collarbone, his touch skimmed down her breast and flicked a n****e lightly before taking a handful of her bottom. She squirmed a little because he’d given her butt a little talking to with the flat of his hand earlier. Naturally, in the most delicious way possible. His soothing touch rubbed away any residual ache, but it set off an altogether different kind of ache in her core.
“You must be starving. We need to eat,” she said.
“Hmm…don’t mention
