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"Aw, Hope." Brad nibbled her neck. "That sounds so damn sexy. That word, the word,
coming from your ladylike lips."
She laced her fingers through his hair and lifted his head. "I don't want to be a lady tonight."
The bulb gave off a glaring light and Hope took in the sight of Brad's sculpted muscle. His wide
chest was brushed with just a few wisps of kinky hair over his breastbone and circling his
brown nipples. She couldn't stop her tongue from darting out and lapping at one. "You're gonna
kill me," he moaned and adjusted so she'd repeat the assault on the other side. |
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