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He smiled at her ankle bracelet. It did something to enhance the look of her leg, made it appear even sexier. He caught one of his fingers in the thin gold chain and gently rubbed it back and forth against her skin. “Nice.”

He picked up on her ultrasoft moan and knew she was getting aroused from him rubbing her leg that way. She hadn’t seen anything yet. Her response to what he was doing sent shivers all through his body, and caused a throbbing ache in his groin that was so intense, he knew he had to get out of his clothes now or suffer irreparable damage to that part of him later. The way his erection was pressing against his zipper was no joke.

“Eli?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing to me?”

He held her gaze. “Something called foreplay. At least the start of it anyway.”

“There’s more?” she asked.

“Definitely. As much as you can handle.”