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... my brain, making my limbs feel like lead and my pulse thrum with a dull ache, but I was well aware of every inch of the woman beneath me. I had dropped my head into the crook of her neck and forced my breathing to slow into a deep, rhythmic cadence, feigning a drunken stupor.
It was the hardest thing I’d ever done.
If I didn’t pretend to pass out, I would have lost every ounce of control I had left. I would have stripped that shirt—my shirt—off her body and buried myself so de ...
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