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Ah, so they were playing this game. One of Chip's favorites, and one that she had both "won" and "lost" many times. Of course, it was really a game where everybody won, provided that the end was what everybody wanted the first place. A pleased smile went from ear to tugged-on ear as he teased her, and she allowed him every moment he wanted to do so. No objections here, buddy.

He paused there, and she wriggled slightly beneath him. This was unlike her last lover, who had not known what he was doing. This guy, this "scout," knew exactly where to find what he wanted. He was making her wait, though, and Chip reveled in the tension that it built between them.