Leandra Parsons

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Come on. Close your eyes.  I run my tongue along the seam of his lips, and it’s like a band snaps in him. His mouth opens to take over the kiss. He tastes like mint toothpaste, and I let the sensation fill me for one more second before raising my hand.
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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