Ashley

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My gaze moved down his body, taking in his immaculate black shirt and tight trousers that hugged the hard curve of his ass and every inch of his thick, masculine thighs. I couldn’t stop staring, even as he sensed me and turned, then I was fixed on the swell of his cock. Fuck, he was big, wasn’t he? Jesus…
Owned (Blood Ties, #4)
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