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Her bedroom door opened, drawing their attention. Harlow was only in her underwear and hadn’t expected an intrusion. Ryske came in and closed the door behind him. She relaxed. Her man had seen her in far less than her underwear.
Even the scowl on Ryske’s face wasn’t enough to discourage instant carnal thoughts from warming her blood.
Harlow squinted over her shoulder at Clyde. “I’m so sorry,” she said to her friend.
“For what?” he asked, confused.
For what she was about to do. Three months had been too long. All her pent up need and desire gathered to critical mass until she just couldn’t contain it anymore.
Dumping the clothes, Harlow ran around the end of the bed and launched herself into Ryske’s arms. Their mouths were locked before her legs had coiled all the way around him.
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