Savannah Stuart, Heated Mating

She gritted her teeth. “You can’t just… get into my bed like this.” A ghost of a smile played across his face. “I already have,” he murmured.

She gritted her teeth. “You can’t just… get into my bed like this.” A ghost of a smile played across his face. “I already have,” he murmured.

She gritted her teeth. “You can’t just… get into my bed like this.” A ghost of a smile played across his face. “I already have,” he murmured.

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