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Dancing With My Brother’s Best Friend #3

ผู้เขียน: Katherine Jaynara
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Something dangerous flashed in Marcus's eyes. With a fluid motion that belied his casual demeanor, he rose from the platform, lifting me with him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me toward the massive bed that dominated one corner of the suite. The walls shimmered around us, reflecting our tangled silhouettes in fractured, mirrored patterns.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he growled, his voice raw with need.

I clung to his shoulders, feeling the hard length of him pressing against my center as he walked. Each step created a delicious friction that had me gasping against his neck. The heat of him was maddening, teasing at my entrance but never pushing inside, a sweet torture that left me trembling.

"Marcus," I whimpered, trying to shift my hips to take him in.

He stilled, holding me suspended against him, our bodies balanced on the precipice of pleasure. His forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the charged space between us.

"Say it
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