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Heat was building inside Nina. This was no rushed pretense of a massage to get to the sex part. It was elongated, incredible foreplay all on its own.

“Gabe,” she groaned, as he rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. “Please.”

His hands stilled, then moved to her hips. “Turn over, Nina,” he commanded, and he lifted himself up just enough so she could roll onto her back