His palm slid up under the hem of her faded work smock, callused fingers finding sweat-damp skin at the small of her back. Higher. Under the thin bra strap. Then he hooked two fingers and snapped it against her shoulder blade – not hard, just sharp enough to make her gasp and push back against his erection.<br>“You smell like the whole fucking shift,” he murmured against her ear, voice gravel-rough
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