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The air wrapped around Hugh like a thick blanket and he struggled to breathe.
Hugh rubbed his palms on his legs, struggling for a calm he didn’t possess. His swift, blood-pounding erection strained against his pajama shorts.
She was wearing only silk and lace pajamas, not at all appropriate for the weather and the flickering glow of flames danced over her skin and made her eyes gleam.
Should he risk his mission, their friendship, for a brief moment of pleasure?
She was playing with him—again—without a care about just how weak his control was at the moment.
He wanted her so urgently, his body hurt. From his toes to his heart, he ached. He’d spent all those days ignoring it—and sometimes not—until he could no longer. His blood pulsed in his groin, making it hot and aching. He’d neve
