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Feeling hypnotized, Kenna nodded. “Yes.”
He walked them backward until he could rest one hand on a peach tree, using the opposite forearm to support her hungry, undulating body. “Now go on and work the seed out of me. Don’t stop until you’ve gotten all of it.”
Beck’s husky groans and slaps of Kenna’s flesh filled the orchard.