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Lines in the Sand

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Elara’s POV

The next morning, I woke up before both men. I slipped out of the massive bed carefully, my body deliciously sore from yesterday’s emotional and physical whirlwind. I grabbed Victor’s discarded shirt, pulling it over my naked body, and padded quietly into the bathroom.

Once the door was locked, I sat on the edge of the marble tub and opened my phone. The copied video file stared back at me, my heart pounding, I pressed play. There I was, bent over Victor’s desk, moaning shamelessly
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