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to the roof of my mouth. The clock on t

the mo

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foot. The other one lay across the

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through the floor. His hand-rough, possessive and fist

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bare feet hit the cool hardwood. I bolted for the bathroom, kn

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hi

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icked shut

tube she gave me

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myself. The mirror had fogged completel

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n one. A black, backless tight gown, the kind that made men sta

erous and polished as a billionaire wife, not lik

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d my bag like a lifeline. "Why do I even have to meet this guy

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filling out a dark suit. One leg crossed ov

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