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What kind of sick pleasure is this?
Julian Fairchild kissed her lips without saying a word, but the amusement in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Oh, you." Maeve Lane lightly shoved him. The blush on her face hadn’t completely faded, making her look more shy than angry.
"Let you experience the feeling... of being all fired up." Julian Fairchild delicately licked her earlobe, his voice seductive like a Demon King.
Maeve Lane pulled back her hand, refusing t ...
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