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SAVANNA
If I closed my eyes, I could still feel the sting of Dante’s punishment on my a*s and hear him chastising me. “You’re not to run away and hide from me again, princess!”
Dante was hot.
Every single thing about him made me feel like I was standing next to an electric heater.
I’d never been with a man like him before.
Even the scent of him got me worked up. Like it was specially blended, designed to get my p***y pulsing.
I inhaled him like he was oxygen and I’d just surfaced from a tankless, deep, underwater dive.
And damnit if he weren’t right. I felt secure when he was around.
It didn’t make me feel any better about jeopardizing his election with the drama in my life. No matter how much I wanted to be in his.
My time as a stand-in fiancée would be over soon.
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