No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife

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eels clicking against the linoleum floor, until she reac

inside, and walked straight to t

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t the rim

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face was a mask of pure

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a businessman's calculation. "How much do you want on the divorc

hit her like a physical slap. The

onto the dispenser tray an

but she pulled with all her strength. She dug past medic

of the desk. The loud smack m

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bored facade shattered, replace

corner of his mouth. "Playing har

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cked up the document. His eyes sca

locked onto the clause stating she would waive all al

aper turned white. The tendons in his

t, Beckham gripped the top

e ripped the thick stack of pa

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wide. The breath

med, lunging forward across the desk. She gra

n pages. The heavy paper scraps fluttered into

arge hand snaked around her waist, hi

er stomach slammed again

dge of the wood, trapping her complete

rs. She could feel the heat of his skin and the

ng threat that sent shivers down her spine. "You will only get

er hands flat against his solid, unyie

st. The sheer difference in their physical stre

her lower lip to stop herself from crying out. The sh

oice trembling with suppresse

g lip for a long second. Then

lly smoothing down the front of

to clear out of this offic

ked out, leaving

air, her legs completely giving out, staring at the t