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started muttering like she was coaxing a child."Lick lick... lick lick..."The soft tip of the tongue, like it was licking a wound, suddenly brushed against the finger that bore faint tooth marks.She l...he laughter had an infectious, suggestive quality to it.--- As a side note ---Vote! ~Please everyone, spare a few seconds and vote for this book, would youNot voting is really a waste! I'm looking at...