Mariana McMurtrie

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My mate gaped at me, then her gaze slowly roamed over me. By the look on her face, I suspected she was trying to imagine me the size of my father. Her gaze reached my pelvis, paused there for a split second, then she abruptly lifted her head. Serena’s overly expressive features failed to hide her sudden embarrassment. I knew then beyond the shadow of a doubt that she’d wondered if my penis scaled up with the rest of me. Of course, it does.
I Married a Naga (Prime Mating Agency, #2)
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