The Billionaire's Temporary Wife {*Completed*}
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Not trusting my voice for I was afraid it would be too high or squeaky, I just nodded and felt goosebumps rise as he gently began to detangle that particular knot with his deft and agile fingers. I lost the ability to think as I got a whiff of his shower gel.
It is the most erotic--I mean exotic scent ever.
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