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... of her suit at the shoulder, his fingers grazing the skin of her neck as he yanked her toward him. She gasped, spinning around until their eyes met. His gaze, however, flickered instantly to her chest, watching the way the sudden movement made the fabric of her blouse pull taut against her breasts.
’Tch, curse that bra.’ He felt a flicker of genuine irritation. The padding was thick enough to mask any detail, denying him even the slightest hint of a silhouette or the curve of a nipple a ...
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