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78: The Principal Chronicles (Kenzie) 6

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Kenzie’s eyes fluttered open, dazed. Her fingers went to the ties at the back of the canvas smock, fumbling with the knots. She let it slide from her shoulders to puddle on the floor, revealing a simple, thin-strapped tank top and paint-splattered jeans. Her body was slender, almost boyish, with small, pert breasts and sharp hip bones.

Sterling’s hands slid down her neck, over her collarbones, and under the straps of her tank top. He pushed them down her arms, baring her to the waist. She shive
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