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"Can I make a confession?"

"Yes."

"Of course."

"Have you ever had a fantasy that you thought was out of reach because the opportunity wouldn't present itself organically, and you accepted the fact that you would never be brave enough to engineer it?"

The atmosphere was becoming charged again, and Jill was aware that Louis had begun to stroke her breast, glancing a thumb over the nipple once, twice, then again.

As if they had a telepathic connection, Harry gave a single nod to Lou as his hand slid from her waist, over her hip, and lower to cup her sex.

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