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... the car wasn’t exactly small.
But right now, to Kiana Sutton, the car felt tiny and suffocating; she could barely breathe.
Her body was hot and uncomfortable, fidgeting to get her clothes off, and she had the urge to cling to Ethan Sinclair.
If this was any other day, even with a hundred shots of liquid courage, she wouldn’t have dared.
She could tell Ethan was angry, but she just couldn’t control her body—her small hand even shamelessly started tugging at his cl ...
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