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“Thank you, baby.” His heavy panting mixed with his words as he guzzled most of the bottle, drenching his face with it. Then he stood with about a quarter of it left. Grabbed her by the back of her hair to tilt her head back. Swigged the remainder into his mouth before bringing his to hers, slowly feeding his saliva-sweetened water to her. Shit like that. Primal unscripted chemistry. “Now go get in that fucking bed,”
Parachutes Book Three: The Impact
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