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Chapter 6

“Your TV set,” I mumble. “I don’t see—”

“I don’t have one yet.” His hand runs up my back, then his fingers curl through my hair, the touch hot against my hot neck, and his voice takes on a breathy, ethereal quality. “I want you to hook me up anyway. Can you do that?”

My throat is dry. I try to swallow but I’ve forgotten how. His fingers burn my neck where he touches me, and his sporty cologne is a heady scent that dulls my mind. “Yeah,” I whisper.

His lips, so warm, so damp, so impossibly soft,his lips close over my earlobe and his teeth, his hard teeth, they nibble at my skin. Any minute now I’m going to come, I just know it.