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yanked it open. Buttons

ed out - and he groaned like he'd been

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rning

g Julian noticed

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as in

disguised as comfort. Warm skin pressed against her back. An arm, thic

in

hit her in

is hands on her hips. The way he kissed her l

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have

ed immediately. Not rough. But firm. Unyielding. He didn't e

ght back," he murmured,

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as always a second away from violence. His jaw was sharp, shadowed in dark stubble. His lashes

ked...

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always sleep like

ou're not a stranger

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cut in. "Le

ade her pause - not a demand, but a...

dded.

floor made her gasp softly. Her red dress from last night was flung ove

knees were weak. Clinton had thoroughl

d, propped on one elbow, h

ter in my shi

ked. "Ex

wearing

o one of his oversized white dress shirts sometim

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he slipped back into the red dress. Her hands trembl

t too real. To

ially not for dangerous, gorgeous men who looked at her

ng a black Henley over his broad chest. The tattoos on his ar

ow strides, reached out, and

led her to