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The pretense of masseuse and client dissolved with the hand upon her chest. Fur surrounded her, drenching her in the scent of sandalwood and smoke. As much of Tris as could physically touch her touched her, pushing away the coming chill of night air. She couldn’t move, didn’t dare, she could only take.
A warm palm gyrated into one of the tiny cups of her chest. Tris pet her belly in slow strokes. Her hips buckled up, squirming in vain to go up for the hand to be lower. Attention played above her legs yet below her abs.
“More.”
