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Page 38 of Resting Beach Face (Swallow Cove #4)

“Hon,” Declan’s voice rang out from living room of The Roost, which we’d set up as our private home on the B&B grounds. “Are you awake yet?”

My body tensed, my stomach clenching tight and my ass squeezing the three fingers I’d worked inside me.

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