Emma on the Mesa

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Adam moved her light as a feather between his strong thighs. She leaned against his back and rested her arms on his muscular legs. Emma felt the rise and fall his chest. She closed her eyes, and he kissed the soft part of her neck again, his mouth gentle but firm. His hands wrapped around her soft stomach, and she could feel their heat beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. “Adam,” she breathed, lifting her arms and brushing her fingers against his bronze cheek. Adam slipped his hands beneath her shirt, clasping her closer to him...