The Jilted Heiress And Her Fake Marriage

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pped the console between the front seats, low

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t, floral scent of her skin-a mixture of crushed white roses

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into the fine wool of his lapel. Her small hand wandered

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he rasped, his voice

her lips brushing lightly again

ped her hand. He forced his head back against the leather headrest, staring out the tinted wi

descended into the private underg

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brass door

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y into the marble foyer

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