Connor: Chapter Thirty Nine

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Connor I stared in awe at my mate as she twirled around in her lavender dress. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her chest, her ass, everything looked so good in the dress, it made me want to just stay home instead of going to the ball. I felt nearly breathless. She was wearing her hair up in some intricate bun with loose strands framing her face and she wore some shimmery makeup on her eyes and on her cheek bones. My d**k could cut through glass at this point. I couldn't stop staring. Ford had already left to start his shift, so he didn't get to see how f*cking gorgeous she looked and I kind of felt bad about it. I took her hand and lifted it so she could do one last spin before we left for the ball. She grinned brightly and spun once more and I caressed her angelic face. "You sure

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