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Blindfolded and Begging for More
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2025-12-08 08:18:56Sunlight pours through the massive windows of Leo’s penthouse. It paints the tangled silk sheets in soft gold. My body still buzzes from last night. Every muscle carries a sweet, lingering ache. I stretch slowly. The cool fabric brushes my bare skin and sends little shivers across my shoulders. I roll onto my side. Leo lies beside me. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. His dark hair, streaked with silver, fans across the pillow in wild disarray. The memories crash over me all at once. His hands gripping my hips. His mouth hot on my throat. His relentless thrusts that left me gasping. Heat blooms low in my belly. I smile and slide out of bed. The hardwood floor feels cool and smooth beneath my feet.
I spot his white dress shirt draped over the armchair. I tug it on. The cotton is soft and carries his scent. Cedar mixed with something darker and purely him. It falls to mid-thigh and makes me feel deliciously claimed. I pad toward the kitchen. The tiles greet my sol
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