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wnpour that pounded the windows like the sky w
hair plastered to his forehead. His jaw was tight,
hadn't said much since the leak. He hadn't touched her again
f in a robe and st
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ran down his cheek like tears he
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eck, to the delicate curve of her collarbone. He pressed her against
ds slid under the silk
stop," he sa
pered. "Don't
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idal style, carrying her inside without
n't a man learni
n learning
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s shirt and pulled
near his ribs-the one
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