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"Just these outfits, please," she said to the cashier, smiling.

Fuck me.

Her voice sounded just as angelic and innocent as she fucking looked.

I'd never, ever had a woman like her.

Not any that could even come close to her.

Who could have me thinking such filthy, dirty fucking thoughts, pushing myself to the brink of madness, just by looking at her, listening to her voice...

No woman had ever been capable of doing this to me before.

Not one.

What if she was the woman I'd been so ardently craving?

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