Lauren Reynolds

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“So, just how much do you remember from that night?” I ask, dropping her bag to the floor in the entryway. She gives me a sexy smile as she pushes her white glasses to the top of her head. “Some parts are still fuzzy.” I have a feeling she’s playing with me, but I’ll play along. I walk up to her and place my hands on her hips. “Then let me remind you, sweetheart.”
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