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EDITH
By the time we were alone, it was already lunchtime.
The police had left and Julian arranged for the recording that framed Ben McCain.
With that, he declared, more or less that he had the tiara. To break him at this point would have been easy.
Determined to erase that bad experience, Jake and I washed that morning with a hot and extremely arousing shower that ended with another indescribable orgasm.
It was as if we were never enough and had to make up for all the lost time.
"I'd like to stay with you, but I have my trial in an hour and I want to wrap up this hellish case," Jake warned me apologetically, after yet another kiss.
"I'm looking forward to the debate. I'm sure you'll tear it up."
We ate a salad on the fly and together w
