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... very step, the white lace robe fluttering like a ghost’s breath, riding higher on her thighs until the lower curve of her ass flashed in the low hallway light—round, perfect, the kind of ass that made men forget their own names.
The robe clung to her body like a jealous lover, sheer enough that the moonlight painted every bruise, every flex, every jiggle in liquid silver.
Her scent trailed behind her—jasmine warmed by sun and skin, the faint metallic tang of her ...
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