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Bliss
“Mmm. You’re killing me, baby.
Whatever we’re doing right now is probably outlawed in eight states,” Detective
Raphael Campillio said as he lay back on Annie Rose Graceland’s sofa. He was
shirtless, totally buff and wore an “I Heart Cupcakes!” blindfold while he nibbled
on Annie’s index finger.
Annie, straddling
him, wore her typical baking attire–yoga capris and a lacy cami top. Not so
typical: The cami’s straps dangled down past her… |
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