Anna

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She licked the hollow of his throat. “I like the way you taste,” she murmured. She drew her parted lips over his collarbone. “And the way your skin feels against my mouth. And the way you smell…of soap and cologne and male. I love your big, warm hands…and your big, warm body…and your immense, throbbing—”
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