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THE ROOFTOP TEMPTATION 1

Author: D.L.P
last update publish date: 2026-06-01 20:29:38

💩City Lights and Sin💩

The rooftop bar was packed, but all I could focus on was the tall, dark-haired stranger standing behind me at the railing.

Marcus.

We had been flirting shamelessly for the past hour with lingering eye contact, his hand brushing my lower back, and my ass “accidentally” pressing against him every time the crowd shifted. Now, at 1:17 AM, with the Miami skyline glittering below us like a sea of diamonds, the tension had finally snapped.

“Fuck, Zara,” he growled low
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