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" He stared down at me, one hand scrubbing his mouth and chin.
My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn't stop licking then pressing my lips together. When I arched to him, he pulled back.
But I didn't care. I stood there buck naked in my kitchen and screamed my head off with my hands fisted at my sides, my feet stomping.
"I don't think I can do this. " "Shh.
I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside.