Kaja Salsman

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“I don’t want his name on these pretty lips,” I warn her, leaning in. “I don’t want him anywhere near what’s mine.” I take her bottom lip between my teeth and nip at her, earning myself a sexy little moan. “Watching him salivate over my wife is fucking maddening. How dare he touch your waist?”
The Secret Fiancée (The Windsors, #5)
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