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Chapter 19: Deep Lust
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Claire stepped out of the bathroom doorway and began walking toward him, and Jason found himself unable to look away.

Each slow step she took made the towel shift slightly against her thighs, the soft fabric riding up just enough to reveal more of the smooth length of her legs. The movement naturally drew his attention to the gentle curve of her hips.

She walked with an effortless grace, completely unaware of the effect she was having on him.

Her damp hair swayed softly with each step, dark str
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