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... t of him, slowly closing the not-so-functional door of the suite.
His sharp Adam’s apple rolled up and down. He walked up to Maeve Lane, his gaze tightly locked onto her, as if wanting to etch her every expression into his heart.
Maeve felt a strong force come upon her, as if she was thrown onto a mass of cotton, and then a hot, iron-like body tightly pressed against hers.
Someone lifted her chin.
The room was filled with intimacy.
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