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... oroughly ruined.
The sheets felt too soft. The light filtering through the East Wing’s tall windows was far too forgiving. And the ache in his hips, his spine, and the back of his throat left absolutely no room for denial.
He groaned.
The sound wasn’t dramatic; it was the honest, low rasp of someone whose body had been worked to its limit and then coaxed further, just because the man responsible didn’t want to stop.
The bed was large, imperial by design, and reinf ...
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