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for him. She did

hes from the floor where they had been discarded in a frenzy six hours ago. Her bra, the

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poured a glass of water. Her throat f

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anything resembling warmth. "Combined with a st

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, his brow furrowing slightly, "you can n

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pping an octave. "Don't be drama

lem," she c

hoving her phone inside. She zipped it shut wit

s to your legal team at 6:00 AM,"

of his chair. His knuckles turned whit

ruel smirk touching his lips. "It doesn't suit

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nd on the cold

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that chair. Power

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the door an

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