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She really was terribly attracted to him, she was forced to admit to herself on occasion. She felt a dreadful curiosity to know what it would be like to go to bed with him. The very thought filled her with horror. But in parts of her person over which thought held no sway—the lower portion of her insides, for example—there were unmistakable stirrings of unbridled lust.
Slightly Dangerous (Bedwyn Saga, #6)
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