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Chapter 44

Author: Nyct
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Lorenzo

I knew I was fucked the moment I saw her.

There she was—in nothing but that stupid lace nightwear and those fucking green panties. Goddamn green. I don’t know what it is about that color, but it punched the breath out of me like a fist to the gut. It was the kind of green that should be illegal. Sinful. The kind of green that made a man forget his goddamn name.

I leaned back on the couch, one arm thrown across the top like I was relaxed, but my whole body was on fire. My jaw clenched. My pants felt like hell. I couldn’t move without giving myself away, so I just sat there like a ticking fucking bomb.

She’d landed on me like a damn angel with a death wish. Her skin was soft. Her robe had slipped. That lace left nothing to the imagination, and her thighs were bare against my leg. I didn’t dare look between them again or I’d combust. And fuck me—I already had.

I shouldn’t have let her stay. Hell, I shouldn’t have even talked to her. But it was already too late. The second she str
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