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I don't need to add time to my workout to work off her baked goods

I shouldn't be doing any of this

He doesn't remember me

"I was the master at Twister

" I panic and go into the bedroom

Holiday Hoax (Discreet Paperback) Web of Betrayal I don't need to addGeorgia's at her desk. She crosses, then uncrosses her legs. The pencil skirt she's wearing hits mid thigh when she's seated. Her blouse is buttoned up, but a peek of her cleavage shows through. My raging hard on returns, and that's before she looks up at me, beaming. She drawls, "Good morning, Mr. Cartwright. How was your night?" "Fine," I grumble, then go into my office and close the door. I step toward my desk and freeze. Goddamn her. I reach for

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