I fought against the urge to turn around and let go. Warm wet kisses trailed down my neck and his hand gently massaged my breast. My already loose grip on self control slipped further away. His hand shifted from my breast down towards the the waist band of my daisy dukes. Just as he maneuvered the button loose I felt his body go rigid. His warm lips were no longer on my neck, leaving me wet and cold.
"What is it?" I asked, breathless and more than a little flustered.
"The door. Did you not hear that? Someone knocked."
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