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“He clasped her hips. Dug his fingers into her soft flesh. Christ. She clutched his shoulders, her mouth growing more insistent. He wanted to consume her. He slanted his head, increasing their connection. Deepening the angle. Getting lost in her. Chloe. Fuck. He was kissing Chloe. His Chloe. His best friend. And it was incredible. He couldn't get enough. He swept his palms up her body, barely clothed in her tiny costume. He tangled his fingers in her hair, fisting the length to drag her closer. So much closer. She gasped and moaned, sliding her hips forward. When his cock slid between her thighs, he about lost his gad-damn mind. She rocked. He surged. The heat, the slide, the friction.”

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Book:The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine
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Kate Angell

Kate Angell is a renowned author whose works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and prose. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, her writing career has left a profound mark on the literary world. more

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