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2024-10-29 19:42:56Beneath him, Caitlyn slumped, her exhausted body flattening on the bed, limp as a rag doll. Releasing her wrists, Duke lowered his body with hers. Careful not to separate their merged flesh, he rolled her with him to his side so her slender form wasn’t suffering his weight.
She sighed, pillowing her neck on his muscled bicep as he wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her back against his chest. For several long moments, the only sound in the room was the mingled song of their heaving breath.
Under his arm, he could feel her pounding heart, slowly settling into its resting rhythm along with his. “Caitlyn?”
A drowsy little hum was all he got in return.
“Darlin’, did I hurt you?”
“Mmm, no.”
For a moment, she said nothing more and Duke nuzzled into her hair, believing she’d fallen asleep. He pressed a light kiss at her temple, snuggling her tight against him.
“Duke?”
“Did you say something, darlin’?” He wasn’t certai
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