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She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs. There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now. He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick.
Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.
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