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They slipped away.

She slid a hand along her waist, feeling the silken fabric stretching across taut abs. Dorothea, she was a singer, after all. Her voice came from the center.

Firm.

This commoner towered over her, pinning her to the bed like the songstress’s prey. A captive audience. “Edie…”

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