in case they were still here. Are they?â Julian asked, admiring his view of her breasts, which were rising and falling in her indignation. He ached to cup them, to feel their purported firmness fill his hands. And why shouldnât he? Such an action would only be returning the favor.
âNo, theyâve gone.â She moved, trying to disengage. Julian held her firmly by the hips.
âGood, then we can get back to our unfinished business, as it were.â Julian boldly glanced down at his aroused member.
âI think not, sir. You have misconstrued my motives. Such actions were merely a distraction, a decoy. Now, if youâd please release me?â
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