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Chapter Fifty-Two - Another First

Amy’s POV

At least he didn’t insist Mina take off any of her clothes. They didn’t smell of detergent; I had wondered about that.

The way she went about her business was strangely erotic even though she didn’t touch me intimately at any point.

I moaned, beginning to feel light-headed, and then Michael made his move, parting my thighs and using his fingers, making me slick with need.

Something travelled over my skin, a flogger rather than the tool he’d recently been using, and I jumped in surprise, arching off the uncomfortable table as if I wanted more.

I didn’t; I really didn’t. I was craving less of this sensuous torture. It would be so easy to become addicted. That wasn’t me.

I groaned as I wondered how I was going to report this back to my network. I really hoped Anastasia wouldn’t dob me in about my moment of madness.

Had I tipped my hand? Call it a double bluff. For now I concentrated enough to slow time right down and eased off the table, looking for my clothes, such as they wer
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