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Chapter 38:Entertain me, wouldn't you?

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“You seem to invade my mind… my thoughts,” he murmured, his gaze devouring her. “With just your body. Just the thought of it.”

Her startled eyes flew to his, wide, innocent, devastating. His cock twitched in response, straining against the restraint of his control. How could something so delicate and innocent looking, be this dangerously seductive?

Without warning, he hoisted her onto the edge of his desk, the movement fluid, dominant. He leaned in, his face a breath away, watching, and enjoyin
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