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  Her breath caught as he started to open her jacket, first one button, then the next, then another. As he worked his way up her chest, undoing the final button, she rolled her eyes in pleasure, closing them briefly as he slid a hand over her right breast, squeezing her.

  She stifled a gasp, biting her lip.

  “Don’t pretend you’re not turned on.”

  “I’m not pretending,” she whispered.

  “Then let me hear you moan. I want to hear everything.” She opened her eyes, as he cupped her breasts over the fabric of her clingy sweater. “Are you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  He glanced down at her short black skirt, already rising up to show more of her strong, shapely thighs. He desperately wanted to slide his hand under her skirt right-the-fuck now, but patience would be rewarded. “When did you start getting wet?”

  “The exact moment?”

  “Yes.”

  “On the plane.”

  “What were you thinking about at thirty thousand feet that was getting you wet?” he asked as his hand drifted down the front of her sweater, traveling over her flat belly.

  “About all the things you might say to me.”

  “You like the way I talk to you?”

  “Why don’t you check and see how much I like it?”

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