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my ceramic mug directly out of Elena’s hand. She was too stunned to even resist.
First of all, I whispered, looking her dead in the eye, take off my robe. It’s custom Italian silk, and your perfume is ruining the fabric.
Elena flinched, her glossy lips parting in something close to fear as she stepped back instinctively. She looked toward Julian, clearly continue reading …
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