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Cory Chase, Nikki Brooks Pic(s)
The air in the room grew thick with a charged anticipation, a silent agreement passing between them as the final card was laid upon the table. A slow, deliberate smile curved her lips as her fingers found the first button of her blouse, the soft whisper of fabric the only sound breaking the tense silence. Each discarded garment was a promise revealed, a landscape of smooth, sun-kissed skin emerging into the warm, intimate light. His gaze was a tangible heat following the journey of her hands as they slid the silk from her shoulders, baring the elegant slope of her neck and the gentle swell of her breasts. He mirrored her movements, his own shirt falling away to reveal the hard planes of his chest, the play of muscle beneath his skin as he moved closer. The space between them evaporated until the scent of her perfume mingled with the clean, masculine warmth of his body, an intoxicating fusion. Her fingertips, feather-light, traced the line of his collarbone, a touch that sent a visible shiver through his frame and drew a low, appreciative groan from deep within his chest. In response, his hands settled on her waist, his thumbs stroking the sensitive dip just above her hips, feeling the slight tremor that answered his caress. They stood there, finally unclothed and utterly exposed, not just in body but in raw, unfiltered desire, the game forgotten in the far more compelling language of touch.
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