His face had closed down. A flunkie for all eternity. You don't want that. His hand touched his chest, as if he knew where I was looking.
He was handsome enough, but without the ardeur's heat, he was still a stranger, and I didn't lust after strangers. With that, he was gone. Jean-Claude's hand pushed me back down, and helped my mouth find him again. Are you close, m'lady, are you close? His voice spread like heat down my skin.
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