Kaja Salsman

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“I love how shy you still get, when you were begging me to let you come last night.” I glare at my husband, my face no doubt as crimson as my hair. “I had no choice,” I snap. “You made me delirious with need. You tortured me.”
The Secret Fiancée (The Windsors, #5)
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