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“You’re exhausted from your ordeal,” he said, swallowing a groan. “Also, I’m sure you must be bruised in a hundred places. You don’t want a fifteen-stone brute heaving about on top of you.” She drew her thumb over his nipple. He sucked in his breath. “You could heave about under me,” she said softly.
Lord of Scoundrels
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