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She stood at the kitchen sink, cooling her throat with a glass of water.

"Harry!" Jill screamed as the tumbler fell from her fingers, into the sink.

"Hey, hey, settle down there, it's only me," his voice was throaty and low.

He held her against the counter with his body. One hand settled on her waist, as the other pushed her hair aside, exposing the nape of her neck.

Jillian's brain clouded quickly as Harry pressed his front to her back and began to work his lips over her exposed skin.

"What are you doing?" she turned within the tight confines of his arms, to face him.

"I'm trying to make you as hot as you're making me. So shhh... Let me work."

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