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She held back a whimper when he replaced his hand on her belly with his forearm and plastered her more tightly against him. He took a step to the side, bracing his feet apart, and let go of the handle altogether. He swept her hair off her neck and dipped his head. His warm breath brushed over her ear as he rumbled, “How do you expect me to concentrate when you talk about sucking on my neck?”
Tempting Auzed (Clecanian, #4)
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