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... complimenting the strawberry juice, or...something else?
It was a double entendre, its true meaning impossible to know.
At Moira Sloan’s words, Connor Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He ignored her roving hand and reached for the custard buns and cashew shrimp on the side.
Moira Sloan watched him through narrowed eyes, leaning her slender waist against the kitchen counter, looking languid and alluring.
When he brought the two plates over, she didn’t move, her red li ...
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