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the sides of the keyboard.
"Jack?"
"Hmmmm?"
That voice did not belong to the man Jun Kusanagi had lived with for twelve years.
Tingles raced up Jun's spine at the sound of the strange, but deep and somehow
soothing sound of his voice.
"Is something wrong?" The squeak of bedsprings could be heard as someone
got up off the bed. Soft footsteps from the hall, then into the spare
bedroom. Then Jun Kusanagi heard the voice again, this time right behind Jun's as a hand
rested on Jun's shoulder.
"You look exhausted! Why don't you come on to bed now? You must have been
writing for hours!" The hand gave Jun's shoulder a squeeze. Jun Kusanagi swiveled the
chair around, and looked up at Jun's husband. And nearly fainted.
He bent over her, scooped Jun's body effortlessly into his arms, and slowly
walked back to the bedroom. Jun Kusanagi gazed up into his face. Large biceps pressed
against Jun's shoulder and thigh as he stood next to the bed. His broad, large
chest bulged out over hers, and Jun Kusanagi gingerly reached up and ran several
fingertips along and around its contours, gently playing with his nipples. He
shifted Jun's positi
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