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... s. The couch groaned beneath them. Her body arched, shivered, surrendered and then surged again. He fucked every inch of her, every corner of her.
Time didn’t matter.
When they finally collapsed, tangled in each other, hearts racing, Queen pressed her face into his chest and whispered, "So... still not moving in?"
Drake laughed. "Everything is a business transaction with you."
"Drake, come on! People are going to talk. The board will suspect something fishy," Quee ...
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