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On His Knees II

Auteur: Nessa Ty
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-02 22:11:44

ELARA

I bit down the urge to ask Julian to quit the dramatics of calling this stranger "brother-in-law." The man looked familiar, but I didn't have time to place him because I saw, with immense pleasure, Shawn blanching.

A better idea to deal with him began to form—one to tide me over before the truth I had scheduled about him went live in a few hours.

As a kneeling Shawn looked between me and the stranger stepping further into the room, I put on a fantastic smile and beamed at the newcomer.
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