What I tried to think back was, Me in this robe with this towel, is not worth him changing his mind. It had gone downhill from there. Just watching his hand play over that thick, firm flesh made me shiver. It's a punch for reattaching leather rivets.
Hell, without the ardeur would I have stayed with Jean-Claude, or would I have found another reason to run from him, too? Maybe. But now I could feel his body, heavy, aching with a passion that had been building for months. I'd never fully appreciated how much warmth a little extra bit of satin or silk could hold in against my ass. She wants me to help her stop the ardeur, not to feed it.
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