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And in the face of the tension caused by the proximity, Blair tightened her legs around his waist, pressing her calves against his legs and pulling him towards her.

Banks, in turn, smiled, then looked away from the mirror and looked at the redhead. By now, he knew Blair's intentions well. He squeezed her thighs in his large hands, appreciating the smooth, soft skin.

They came closer, and the kiss happened when their lips met with urgency. Ethan kissed the woman slowly and deeply, feeling her taste and her surrender, giving himself in the most intense way he knew how. Their tongues glided easily. He tasted like mint and she like coffee, which, for them, was perfect. There was nothing like that feeling. No protocol, no time to end and no reason. It was a fire that burned without precedent, capable of taking them to climax, to heaven or to hell.

The man's after-shower scent was almost intoxicating, a fine line between strong and mild. Blair, on the other hand, smelled sweet.

The woman re