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Chapter 22
The fingers on Josie’s back press in slightly, pulling her body impossibly close to Archer, his large hand works its way into her hair, tangling his fingers in her soft locks that are filled with the smell of his shampoo as well as her natural scent, making a dangerously consuming scent. The kiss gets more and more heated, there is no oxygen left in the small space, the windows start to fog. Josie’s arms that were wound around his neck start to travel down the inside of his shirt over the bare skin of his strong and large shoulders, her breathing is laboured and Archer has a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as his eyes flicker to black. He struggles to stay in control, but this is pushing beyond all endurance. When Archer can’t take it a moment longer, he slightly pushes her back, bur
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