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“Twelve days, twelve orgasms.” He pushed up my skirt, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of my thighs. “That seems fair, don’t you think?” A small fire kindled in my lower belly. “What—” My question died an ignoble death when he pushed my panties aside and ran his tongue over my clit.
Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)
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