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... fun of me or if she had truly crossed a line.
But she didn’t look away. She took a step. Her boots sank into the sand, her hips rolled beneath her light armor, and her breasts swelled again, squeezed to bursting in her soaked corset. She knelt abruptly in front of me, close enough for her damp thighs to rub against mine, close enough for the scent of her sweat and leather to pin me to the ground.
Her hand rested on my bare chest. Her fingers slid over my still-tense muscles, fol ...
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