Heather Foster

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He pulled me closer, until I stood between his legs. “We landed ten minutes ago.” “We did?” I frowned. “How did I miss that?” Something sexy played in his eyes. “You were too busy calling out for God.” I wished it didn’t happen, but I couldn’t stop it. I flushed.
The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)
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