Heather Foster

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His possessive gaze watched mine, almost daring me to stop him, as he eased the dress up my thighs, baring the lacy fabric between my legs. My body shivered in anticipation. He pressed two fingers against my lips. “Suck.” Oh, God.
The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)
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