Leandra Parsons

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He groans low in his throat and does it again, shooting shivers down my spine.   “I’m sweaty.”  I try to pull away with the last of my sanity, but his grip tightens, and he licks me again, this time delving his tongue into the nook of my collarbone. 
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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