IN THE ARMS OF LOVE
His eyes glinted with amusement at her outraged glare and, before she could argue, Armel took the bar of soap and began to stroke it in circular movements over her breasts.
“Raphi may have been an accident, but I don’t regret having him,” Harley said heatedly, a shudder running through her when he slid the bar of soap over her stomach and lower to her thighs and buttocks. “That’ll do, I’m clean enough,” she said, bitterly resenting the way her body was quivering in anticipation of his touch once more.
Clearly, she was some sort of nymphomaniac, she thought grimly because she couldn’t get enough of him.
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