Vows of a broken king

ands, her bare legs dangling as soft morning light poured through tall windows. The penthouse was like

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e, her long legs exposed, skin glowing, lips red from last ni

always be

brought a

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Clinton kept his world segmente

d into his club and then his life

d

want her

, slowly, like not to

like that in the

over the rim of h

ust woke up

belief. "You're very good at making things

at everything,"

ent, ar

er, between her knees now. "

. She sipped her coffee t

y - before moving to the hem of his shirt hang

t," she said

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at me like you're planning s

inned. "Ma

the cup d

counter. "Last night... it was incredible. But it doesn

aw ti

pretend

ll down her spine.

His hands rested on her bare thighs, warm and slow, dr

head, lips brushing

memory," he murmured. "A

fr

int

eone bring your things. You won't have to worry about rent

started

d a protecto

ause you're mine. And I don