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“Are you sleeping with anyone?" ....... "Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what's standing in my way, if anything.”

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Book:Bared to You
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Bared to You

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Sylvia Day
Sylvia Day

Sylvia Day is an American author known for her romance novels. Born on March 11, 1973, she began writing in 2008. Her works are celebrated for their complex emotions and deep character development. more

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“How could you keep this from me? How could you let me fall for you?” I shouted, as I uncontrollably shoved him, repeatedly. “I meant nothing to you, did I?” “Look at me!” he yelled, gesturing his arms as the rain cascaded off of him. “I’m standing here. What more do I have to do to prove what you mean to me?” he proclaimed, as he engulfed the space between us, steeling my breath. Intense passion radiated from him as he spoke.”

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