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That was the trigger. His restraint snapped. His free hand shot up, fisting in the wet hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her face to his. The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision—hungry, desperate, a conversation they’d been having for months with their eyes across crowded rooms. He tasted like coffee and sin. She bit his lower lip, a sharp retaliation for the hours of waiting, and he groaned, a low, wrecked sound that vibrated from his chest into hers.

That was the trigger. His restraint snapped. His free hand shot up, fisting in the wet hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her face to his. The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision—hungry, desperate, a conversation they’d been having for months with their eyes across crowded rooms. He tasted like coffee and sin. She bit his lower lip, a sharp retaliation for the hours of waiting, and he groaned, a low, wrecked sound that vibrated from his chest into hers.

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