And yet Jackson was always one to try and wheedle them out of her, turning with her and pressing a kiss to her breast. "What?" he simply asked, fingers coasting gently across her ribs.
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And yet Jackson was always one to try and wheedle them out of her, turning with her and pressing a kiss to her breast. "What?" he simply asked, fingers coasting gently across her ribs.