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"Ready?" he asked, brushing his hairaway from his face, aware I was checking him out. His hand beckoned for me toapproach and I let out a soft sigh. He stepped away from the table, waiting forme to come stand in front of him, sandwiched between him and the table. "I'mgoing to have you break, okay?" He moved in closer and I prayed mylegs wouldn't give out. I could feel every inch of him pressed against me.
"Okay," I stammered.Oliver chuckled low in my ear and I tried not to shiver from the sensation. Bendingme forward with his body, he showed me how to position the stick, his armalongside mine. We fit perfectly.
"Still with me, Liberty?" he asked. I didn't want to move. Wewere so connected, the position so intimate, I was sure I'd melt on the spot. Andrewhad tried holding me this close and all it did was make my skin crawl. It wasthe complete opposite with Oliver. Thismade me feel reckless.