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Leaping off Ryske and the bed, Harlow tossed her hair back and scrambled to grab up the clothes from the floor. Penzance didn’t take his time about turning his back like he had in her bedroom earlier. After witnessing her riding one of his oldest friends, he’d probably got as much of an eyeful as he wanted.
“Can you get back to your room without her seeing you?” Harlow asked, throwing Ryske’s pants onto the bed and then running to her dress.
Luckily, all she had to do was step into the circle of fabric and pull the straps back to her shoulders. “Trink—”
“Go, Crash,” she said. Although Ryske was still on the bed, he put on his jeans, lying down to drag them over his hips. Rushing back to the bed, she grabbed his chin to force a kiss to his mouth. “I love you.”
Leaving him, she went
