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numerical – on them. Stripped to the waist, his torso was bare for her to drool over. His shoulders were broad; that kind you would graciously lick the devil's ass to your head lean on. He had a solid masculine

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tch his cold blue eyes all on her, unflinching gazing; thos

on her; it only gave her the look

ly yelled.

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shyly crawled awa

e sides of his full lips curved to form to smirk. His cold ey

ncentrate more on how his lips simultaneously opened and closed. The way in which he said those innocent words made it

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outh shut. Damn. "Where

in her appearance again. "It doesn't m

er the dress she wore yesterday two years ago as her twenty-first birthday present, among other

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