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He owed kalum big time. “I told you it was fine,” Jacqueline said, smiling lazily at him over her shoulder. “You should listen to everything I say from now on. Clearly I’m always right.” “Oh, really?” Equal parts relieved and amused, he wriggled his fingers into the curve of her waist, and she shrieked. “No tickling! I hate tickling!” She leapt from the bed, but he was faster. He caught her up in his arms before she could take two steps, and held her tight against his chest. “I bet it’s one of those things you say you don’t like, but you actually love,” he teased, loving her weight and warmth in his arms. “Like spanking.” “Or like you,” she said, her head tilted down, gazing up at him from beneath her lashes. It hit him like a wrecking ball in the chest. He froze. His heart stuttere
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