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“I feel like myself.” She argued his rationale as she caught his large hand. Pressing it over her body.
Letting him feel every gentle swell and smooth plane of her flesh. Blinking wide eyes, she asked. “Don’t I?”
Good god, Woman. His lips parted. As the past and present blurred painfully.
He wanted this moment with her.
He wanted to relive it again.
His hand seemed to wander of its own volition, even after she stopped guiding it. Memorializing every curve of her.
Damn her!
Choking a little, he retracted his hand and set her back from him. Seeing her creamy body shining in the blue lights from the water. Her darkly tipped breasts propped on her elbow. Their delicious crests begging to be nipped.
His cock was getting rigid beneath his pants.
Not now.
“Nim.” He urged. Ignoring his own, predictable reaction. “We’re not there anymore.”
His voice was harder. As he tried to co
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