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What happened next was a blur of lips, brushing quickly heating skin, teeth nipping at shoulders, necks, and earlobes, tongues indulging in the vague taste of salt and woodsmoke.

It was so easy to become lost between them as they ground into her simultaneously.

The slam of the screen door and less than subtle sound of a roughly cleared throat, alerted Jillian that there was yet another man present in the kitchen.

"For the love of Mike," she growled, hiding herself as best she could between Harry and Louis. Breathing them in was not helping to settle her nerves at being discovered.

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