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“I love your freckles,” he says. “I love your voice.” He presses a kiss to my mouth and throat, and then he’s whispering into my ear. “I love the sounds you make. I love the way you look when you come. I love being inside you.”
Last Call at the Local (Love, Lists & Fancy Ships, #3)
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