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Chapter 24: Desire, Deception, and the Hunt for Truth

ผู้เขียน: AJ Reed
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Early morning light filtered softly through the tall window of Lena’s room. She stood by the glass, the smooth lace of her bra and thong brushing lightly against her skin as she prepared to start the day with a shower. The air was cool, but the warmth radiating from her body seemed to fill the space.

Unbeknownst to her, Jeremy was outside in the garden, hidden in the shadows but captivated. His eyes drank in the sight of her - the curve of her waist, the delicate lace framing her silhouette, the sensual confidence she carried so effortlessly.

She’s breathtaking, he thought, heart pounding. His body responded with a surge of desire, sensitive places growing taut with longing. The raw need to touch her - to make her his completely - overwhelmed his usual restraint.

Unable to resist, Jeremy moved swiftly inside, finding her just as she turned away from the window.

Without hesitation, he slipped a hand behind her neck and another around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips f
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