Chapter 7 I Won't Be Gone for Too Long

Delia was sprawled on top of Chris, her fingers slipping under the waistband of his trousers.

"Delia, don't..."

Delia had no intention of stopping. Drunk and hazy, she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his throat.

Chris reached up and held her by the shoulders, his voice strained with res...

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