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My knees fell open, and he nestled closer. I mumbled between his kisses, "I'm so sorry.
My favorite time was when he was sleeping.
It was the same routine on Sunday.
"Holly McGregor, will you marry me and be my Mrs.
Each brush of his fingertips along the outside of each fleshy globe-around my areolas-pulled another moan from me. The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact.
"Look at me, Holly. Blink twice if you're okay.