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Phoebe sat on the couch in their hotel suite, idly flipping through channels. She and Shana were waiting for Jake and Dane. He’d texted earlier to say they’d be back soon. The door to their suite opened and Jake walked in with Dane right behind him. His blue eyes locked on hers as soon as he stepped into the room. Energy came off of him in waves. Their clothing was torn in places. Jake offered a perfunctory nod and hello to Shana.
“Mind if we take a few minutes?” Jake asked, his gaze breaking from Phoebe’s to bounce between Shana and Dane. Dane’s mouth quirked as he nodded. Shana merely shrugged. Jake grabbed Phoebe’s hand as he strode toward her, pulling her up swiftly. The second the door closed on their room, he tugged her to him, kissing her fiercely and tearing at her clothes.
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