A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE
he went on, his eyes watering, like the gentle, light subtleties of a summer haze seemed to veil his eyesight.
I reached out, my hand brushing against his, as soft and silken as a summer breeze on a hot, stifling night. "Breathe easily, my love," I said, my voice soft and calming, like the gentle, lapping waves of a summer sea. "Breathe in," I ordered him, my voice low and sexy, like the soft, silken rustle of a summer wind through the leaves.
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