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She pulled back. "What's wrong?"
I panted. I was overtaken by the sensation, by the look in her eyes. "I've got to have you," I choked.
She smiled. "Anything you want, love. The night is yours." She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "And so am I."
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