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Ever since setting foot in the studio. Moreau never took her eyes off the few clothes hanging on the poles and the various devices angled everywhere as a man led her and Abihirt through the various rooms. They would be introduced directly to the owner of the studio, or not really: Abihirt was certainly not involved. Only Moreau, as the man obviously already knew who he was meeting.
The bit of information that splashed across the top of her head gave Moreau a slight affirmation that 'perhaps' Abihirt was being too bold in his defiance. She didn't know what the man was thinking, but she shouldn't have allowed them to be linked together with one forbidden person. "So you know Mrs. Smift is my mother's rival in the working world. Why still bring me to this place?"Related chapters
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Moreau's body jerked against the wall as she faced the powerful lips. The faint light in the dimly lit room was eager to record the shadows of their bodies touching each other. The tip of Abihirt's hand was almost all the way down... from the ribcage, and now the man dipped a knuckle into her hair, pressing Moreau closer, savoring the sultry sensation of the depriving lip movement. Heat seemed to wrap around their passion simply to strip each other naked. Moreau was not brave enough to do so. Instead, hanging on to a desperate situation as the urge to strip the fabric on her body left Abihirt trapped; which piece of clothing would the man remove first, but then Moreau was surprised by a raised arm. Abihirt ripped off the top, then tossed it around. There was still neither bra nor soft fabric pants left when the man lifted Moreau up and dropped her on
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