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... f seductive charm.
As his words fell, Moira Sloan’s long, curled lashes trembled.
The next second, before Moira could react, Connor had already cupped the back of her neck with his large hand and kissed her lips.
More than ten days.
For two adults who had just gotten a taste for each other, it had been quite a long time.
Moira instinctively wanted to struggle, but before she could even move, Connor saw her intention. The hand on her waist tightened, pressi ...
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