Remember Geet, this is a game, she told herself even as she felt a tremor through her body at the effect this lone kiss was creating. You are doing this for a reason, there shouldn't be any emotion to this, no matter how you feel about him.
But for a second she let her shield down, kissed him with the hunger that self-created isolation had built. There was a hunger for human connection, the hunger to care for another and to be cared for.
And then there was raw attraction. It was apparent in the way his lips devoured her with a bruising intensity, the way his fingers held her tightly against his hard body and the way her fingers curled around his neck.
Geet knew how to make men go crazy with her touch, she knew how to heighten sensations but at that moment she forgot all her finesse. Instead she felt her body thrum and burn in his arms.
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