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The realization seized my thoughts, and I could vividly imagine Lennox penetrating me with fervor on that very bed.
Fuck. I blinked several times, snapping out of my daydream. I had been lost in my thoughts for too long. Grimacing, I focused on the six-foot-three Yale graduate who leaned casually against the dresser, observing me.
A smile tugged at his lips. "Welcome back, space cadet."
I scowled and unbuttoned my jeans. "I wasn't spacing out that much."
His smile broadened. "Let me ask you something. How many times have you fantasized about me fucking you on my bed?"
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