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“I need you, but not here." She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. And then Dina took off at a run, rushing back through the trees toward the cottage. Christ, the way her ass bounced up and down as she ran; he was ruined. He was going to make her scream his name, again and again. She was making him chase her, and he was more than happy to. With a growl, Scott began to run, chasing Dina through the winding trees and onto the path to their cottage.”

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