The Billionaire's Secret Ten Year Obsession

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head to look at the ma

, a sleek laptop resting on his thighs. He was wearin

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ite bandage on his fore

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nt between the seats and pulled out a thick,

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ce. The heavy fabric had become semi-transparent, tightly outlining the

the line of her collarbone, dipping lowe

d sharply as he swallowed. A dark, danger

reached out and pressed a

ndproof privacy partition rose between th

ealed, intimate vault. The air grew thick, h

custom-tailored trench coat.

as a low rumble that vibrated in Broo

n her lap. Her ears burned hot, a s

ached behind her neck, her freezing, numb fingers

al teeth. The water made it impossible t

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struggle. He let

ned fo

s body was right behind her. Brooke's spine sn

ing," he

skin of her nape. A violent shiver racked he

re shoulder blades. His touch was electric. Brooke s

ster untangled the wet lace. The

teeth parted, exposing the smooth, pale sk

posed skin. His knuckles turned white as he f

of the car. He leaned his head against the headrest and close

oat and wrapped it tightly around herself, burying her face in the collar. It

p onto the seat, pull

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with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. The corner of his mouth l

voice dropping to a lo

ght. And I, Foster Pruitt,