Isolde's bandage-wrapped hand slipped into Bruce's neatly tailored suit jacket. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, her wrist brushed against his abs.She felt them. Then she pressed again, as if to confirm.Bruce remained still, his body tensing slightly, yet he allowed her to do as she pleased. He lowered his gaze to her, his eyes filled with indulgence.Comments: [??? What is she doing?]After a long moment, Isolde's tense body finally relaxed. "It's my husband's abs…"In the next second, it was as if all her strength drained away. She went limp against him and let out a soft, aggrieved whimper. "Bruce, you jerk! Why did you only come now? Do you even know that bastard drugged me? I feel awful. I'm so hot, I'm going crazy…"As she spoke, her lips moved to his neck, biting and nibbling. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and her body pressed tightly against his, leaving no space between them.Bruce stiffened, and his breathing grew heavier.His voice came out tight. "We're
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