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... ng her throat a bit dry, as if a gentle fire was burning without pain or itch, "Wh...at?"
Only a night light was on in the living room, casting a glow from the TV screen onto Julian Fairchild’s handsome face, almost god-like.
His finger teasingly hooked onto her strap, a slight tug and the loose robe would fall to the floor.
Maeve Lane felt a bit unnerved by his gaze, "Julian Fairchild?"
The man laughed nonchalantly, seductive charm coloring the arch of his brow, ...
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