There was a new, wondering note in his voice as he said, “Kiss me again.” “No, I’ll hurt you. I’m leaning on your leg.” “That’s not my leg,” came his roguish reply, making her laugh. “You perverse man.” “You’re so beautiful,” Simon whispered. “Inside and out. Annabelle, my wife, my sweet love . . . kiss me again. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
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