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As soon as they were inside Griffin’s bedroom, which had a panoramic view of the twinkling city lights and the dark ocean beyond, they both lost all pretense of being in control of this thing. They grabbed at each other’s clothes, frantic to get naked. She pushed the jacket off his shoulders—was he still wearing that?—and he went after the hidden zipper on the side of her dress.
Now bare chested, his belt undone, he turned her so he could tackle the jeweled collar of her dress. There was some kind of fastening there, but he couldn’t located it, and the creamy smooth slope of her back drew him like a magnet. He kissed her upper back, found each smooth knob of her spine with his lips, drank in her shivers. He pushed aside the fabric to expose more of her back—so stunningly beautiful in
