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Panther moved his hands back to my hips as he slowly, torturously pulled out of me. Then he said, “Deal,” and began a relentless pace that made me hold on to the couch for dear life. My fingers flexed and dug into the leather as I braced my feet wide on the floor and reveled in the primal way Panther was letting loose behind me.
Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)
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