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Chapter 44: Extreme measures

작가: KIKENME NAOMI
last update 게시일: 2026-05-01 21:36:56

Ajayi let herself into Kingsley’s apartment, the spare key turning with a familiar, quiet click. Her heart was light, her body still humming with the memory of the last time they were together. She wanted him; she wanted to lose herself in the pleasure only he seemed to provide.

The bedroom was draped in shadows, the only sound the steady, rhythmic breathing of Kingsley as he slept. Ajayi smiled, slipping out of her clothes and sliding into the bed beside him. She let her hands wander over the
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