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... against the world of the ballroom outside, against propriety, against sanity. But in that moment, Carcel did not care about sanity.
He only cared about the woman in his arms.
He didn’t break the kiss as he lifted her off the floor. He couldn’t. His mouth was fused to hers, drinking in her small gasps, tasting the lingering sweetness of the punch she had drunk moments earlier. He walked blindly, guided only by memory and instinct, until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the ...
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