theresa goodwin

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“But it’s a one-time use?” “Yeah.” “Too bad.” I held her closer and started kissing the back of her neck, fully prepared for her to push me away or tell me to stop. When she didn’t, I slipped my arm inside the shirt she wore, placing my hand on her bare stomach.
Taste (Cloverleigh Farms, #7)
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