Jill

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Riven’s hands smooth down over my back to the curve of my waist, sending waves of goosebumps rolling over my skin. When he reaches my hips, he grips them, yanking me onto his lap. I straddle him, kissing him harder, and harder, until tension starts building in my belly and I’m trying not to rub into his lap.
Three Swedish Mountain Men
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