Her

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That night at the bar replayed in his mind.

Hot, fiery kisses that were driven by passion and lust.

A scolding atmosphere hung around the two, the air thick with sweat and desire.

Bodies tangled in an inferno of temptation, adventurous hands.

Fire gleamed in her hypnotic eyes, a hungry want accompanying as she explored every inch of his body.

He could taste the tabbaco and alcohol on her soft lips. But there was something else, something that made him smile.

He was right after all, she did taste like coffee.