Sarah

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“Get that flimsy scrap of fabric out of my way,” he orders huskily. “They’re called panties, Duke,” I tease, stroking one finger over my mound and gently brushing my clit. “I don’t care what they’re called. Move ’em, or I’ll rip them off for you.”
So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)
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