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Lying on her side, beneath the covers, Harlow kept her eyes closed even after the bedroom door opened and closed. She’d listened to the mumbles of good humor and laughter outside her room as everyone moved around getting set up for bed.
The sounds had died down, suggesting the g**g had been shown to where they were supposed to be. Though she could still hear some movement in other areas of the house, her focus was listening to the man getting undressed in proximity to her bed.
“You want to know how I know you’re faking?” Ryske asked. Harlow did her best not to react. “You’re not smiling. You always smile when you sleep with me.” The covers rose and the mattress moved as he slid closer. “Guess she wants me to take advantage…”
Ryske snaked a hand from her hip to her waist. The shot of
