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... s he rolled out of the bed.
Charles slid off the bed, his gaze locked on Augustine as he took off the shirt and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, slipping them down until he was left in nothing but his boxer briefs.
Then, with a teasing smirk, he climbed back onto the bed, settling exactly as he had minutes before—only now, far less clothed, and far more intentional.
Charles s ...
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