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" My cheeks weren't the only thing on fire now.
Beneath my back, I fisted my hands, willing myself to hang on.
He shivered and moaned, his fingers lightly tangling in my hair.
He kept his gaze on me while I removed his jeans and then his underwear.
I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside.