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“What are you looking at?” he asked, his voice tight. “You. All of you.” The sudden desire for skin-on-skin contact was overwhelming. I pulled my shirt off and cast it aside. He sat up so quickly I thought he was going to run, but he didn’t. He grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me forward, pressing kisses to my abdomen.
The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair
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