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[Meth had such a strict policy about interactions with passengers, but Tyler had already managed to get past these issues once, and it put her on a slippery slope. She didn't seem to care about that slope this time around and decided to throw caution to the wind. Policies be damned, she had a crazy motherfucker on his back, beneath her, in her tree house and his blood was in her mouth. She wasn't stopping yet.

Meth felt the touch of his tongue soon enough, and she chose that moment to slide hers past his lips, tasting and exploring his mouth. The hand at her back drew shivers up and down her spine, and Meth's body shuddered in an involuntary reaction.

Carefully, Meth tried to draw her hand free of his.]