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Gwen
“Put me down.” I could walk. I wasn’t some helpless little girl who needed to be carried around, no matter how good it felt to let go and trust someone else who seemed to want to take care of me. But I took care of myself. The fact was, being so up close and personal to the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on was making it difficult to breathe. He smelled like heat and s*x and wood and some alien spice that made my p***y clench and my breasts grow heavy. I’d never smelled anything like it. Like him. I couldn’t think. Thank god I’d never gotten too close to him before now, close enough to smell him. I’d have been climbing him like a monkey, ripping at his clothes.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t for him to stop moving completely and set me on my feet in the hallway that
