E.L. Anthony

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“Thank…you?” Bram’s fingers began to trail down, sweeping over my bicep before easing along my shoulder. His grip was firm as he locked onto one of my breasts. I tensed even more, unsure of how to react. “Like I said before, I’m not your savior. I do nothing for free.”
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