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"I'm sorry," he whispers, his breath hot on her neck as she paces, still seething from his late arrival. "Let me make it up to you," he offers, his voice low and hungry. She pauses, considering, then turns to face him. He drops to his knees, pushing her skirt up to reveal her damp panties. He inhales deeply, then hooks his fingers into the fabric, pulling it aside to expose her glistening folds. His tongue flicks out, tentative at first, then more insistent as he tastes her anger and desire. She gasps, her hands fisting in his hair as he licks and sucks, his apology written in every stroke of his tongue.