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“Stay in the closet and I promise to tell you the fantasy that I had about you and me and the Eagerson desk." Sam ducked behind her father's spare shirts. "Does it involve handcuffs?" "No handcuffs." "Rope?" "No." "Chains?" "It wasn't Fifty Shades of Brown, so don't get excited.”

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Book:The Marriage Game
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