Jasmine sat down on the edge of the futon to put her tennis shoes on.
“I don’t want you to go yet.”
Derrek’s breath felt hot on her neck just before his lips came down to kiss her in the same spot where her skin had absorbed his warmth. Jasmine shivered when his hand reached around and paused over her breast. Her nipples stiffened and grew firm beneath his touch. He drew her down to lay beside him on the bed, his lips finding hers and taking them without hesitation.
“Derrek, stop please. We can’t keep doing this.”
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