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... as oddly intoxicating.
She tried to slide her hand out from his shirt, but he held her still.
Tristan turned his head and looked at her. "Didn’t finish counting, did you? Keep going."
Megan blinked, her clear eyes flickering. "I... I..."
Under the blanket, his warm hand gripped her slender wrist and gently guided her downward. His voice was low, deep, magnetic. "Five... six... seven... eight..."
"Nine..." Megan followed his movement, murmuring softly.
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