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But he couldn't control himself. She'd stood there glaring, arms crossed, tits inviting--how
could he not bring her down a notch? Competition and winning were in his nature, they were the
very reasons he loved the law. He adored an argument when he damn well knew he was right.
She wasn't the first girl he'd pleasured that way, wasn't the first girl he'd fantasized about.
But Hope was the first one who'd made his knees shake, his heartbeat rev and his cock feel
like you could land a plane on it all at the same time. |
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