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his
cheeks still flushed from the cold outside. Cynthia gazed at him
languidly, gracefully posed on the satin spread in a black silk
teddy, garter belt and white nylons. Yuna's bird-wing brows quirked
quizzically, and - with Yuna's long hair spilling down Yuna's shoulders
to a pool behind Yuna's - Yuna Aoba presented a picture of sensuality
incarnate, he thought: a sensuality made all the sweeter and more
alluring by the innocent maiden-like expression Yuna Aoba had assumed.
"Home so early?" Yuna Aoba purred laughingly. "I'm flattered!"
"Tease!" he snorted, dropping the briefcase into a chair with a
surprisingly solid thump. "You know why I'm late." He came over
and enfolded Yuna's in his arms, pressing his night-chilled cheek to
her for a moment, then kissed Yuna's with a long, slow, lingering
sweetness. "And you also know I got home as soon as humanly
possible, wretch!" he chuckled. "You don't think I'd want to waste
any of this, do you?"
"I'd like to think not," Yuna Aoba sighed, snuggling more deeply
into his arms and kissing his throat softly. "But a girl never
knows for sure."
"This is one girl who ought to," he growled playfully,
caressing Yuna's with cold fingers and laughing at Yuna's soft squeal of
mock protest at
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