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Fifty Murder Attempts

مؤلف: Tamara Love
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

LAUREN’S POV

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

We were standing side by side in the bright, open gallery on the second day of the auction, pretending to admire a massive abstract painting that cost more than I used to make in three years. The room buzzed with guests, Julian’s men moving smoothly between them, encouraging bids, closing deals. But my mind kept replaying last night—his mouth between my thighs, the way he’d growled my real name like it belonged to him.

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