Addicted to Her: One Night with My Alpha Boss

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fore giving my backside a firm, congratulatory smack.

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my bruised muscles,

swallowed the whimper

shut, a broad, manicured hand reached through

k, and behind him strode Winston Kensington, dra

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anding right beside me, while Ch

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in the crowded car, shoulder to sho