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... ing her push him down onto the cushions.
Drake’s back hit the plush sofa with a soft thud, the wind barely knocked out of him, though he didn’t mind one bit. His shirt was halfway off, his hair slightly disheveled from Queen’s impatient fingers. The countdown had begun—not just on the clock, but on his sanity.
She climbed onto his lap. "Let’s make it count," she said.
Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, trailing over his abs. Drake reached for her hips.
But then— ...
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