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His teeth find my nipple through the thin silk of my dress, biting down gently before sucking, and a moan erupts from my throat. “Quiet, Kitten,” he murmurs, dropping to one knee. “I don’t want to be interrupted.”
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This man casually dropped a kitten while down on his knees and expected me to be okey with it. Ah AH ah AH NO
The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)
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