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My heart pounds against my ribs as I slide my hands along her waist and down to grab her warm, smooth thighs. I dig my fingers in and lift until her legs wrap around my waist. “Hold on tight,” I command. With one arm banded across her lower back, I glide my fingers down her neck in a featherlight touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Lena.”
Wreck My Plans
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