Leandra Parsons

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“Holy shit, Evie. You’re gorgeous.” His hands cupped my breasts through the sheer bra I’d worn, teasing my nipples into hardened points. His teeth indented his lower lip as he played, his gaze heavy. Wanting more of that reaction from him, I reached behind and unclipped my bra clasp, letting the fabric loosen in his grip.
Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet, #1)
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