Leandra Parsons

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relax further into the warm liquid.  He lets out a low hum of approval, and his strong fingers grip my legs, separating them, before he inches his way upward.  I suck in a gasp when he stops his ascent at the juncture. My lungs burn with each moment he waits.  The anticipation is killing me, and he knows exactly what he was doing. 
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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