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... Ferrari into the building’s underground parking lot.
Taking the private elevator up to his apartment, he slipped off his shoes, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the wine rack, and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking a slow drink.
"Hoo..."
To be honest, as he sipped the whiskey, his mind wandered back to the heat of that moment in the dark corner.
It would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy it.
For those few brief moments, if not for the sound of ...
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