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ering. "I'll never have his kids. Never..."

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s, pulling me into a hug. "I just want

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ents deliberate. "By the way, you should work

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m, replaying the encounter in my mind. She'

k from the relentless grind. But she's stirred so

lushed, I can't resist teasing her. "How

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lenge, stepping closer.

for her to argue. My hand finds her waist, an

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