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He rocked against her, and she felt him tense for a split second before continuing. His rhythm was perfectly in line with her own, and she felt her heartbeat continue to rise. The heat was on, and Chip could feel her own breath begin to hitch in her throat. It wouldn't be much longer now if she didn't attempt to stop herself, and she had no intention of doing that. She would get what she came for. Chip had been disappointed before, but she would not be so this time around.

The rush was sudden and came at her unexpected. Her body tensed, her eyes closed tight, and she clenched her jaw with another audible, albeit muffled, moan. Chip had been around the block enough to know that things weren't over yet, though, and once she was able, her hips resumed their rhythmic motions against his own.