The woman beneath Gideon was seductive enough, bold enough, alluring enough. Unfortunately, Wand simply was not his type.Gideon leaned down and closed his eyes, trying more than once to kiss her. He even switched off the lights, hoping the darkness might help him get into the mood.But barely a dozen minutes later, he abruptly sat up and flicked the bedside lamp back on. It was useless. The sensations, the sounds, everything about the experience felt wrong. A wave of revulsion washed over him, and he could not bring himself to continue.His body seemed to have etched Lucille into its very muscle memory, so deeply that he could not shake her loose. Whenever another woman came close, all he felt was disgust, sometimes even nausea.His thoughts kept circling back to the singular allure Lucille had once held for him, something no other woman seemed capable of replicating.She had never possessed Wanda's skill or known nearly as many tricks. At times, she had even seemed a little clum
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