Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

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Leanne gazed at him, dazed and confused, not understanding his intentions, until Curtis’ large hand enveloped her foot, his warm palm pressing against her sole. Instinctively, she

recoiled.

Curtis tightened his grip, holding her firmly as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “What are you afraid of?”

“It tickles a bit,” Leanne admitted.

The corner of Curtis’ mouth twitched upward in a subtle smile, and his tone was lazy yet laced with an emotion hard to decipher. “Oh? Others don’t make it tickle, but I do?”

His wrists were lean, the veins beneath his skin accentuating the rugged power of his masculinity, contrasting sharply with her delicate feet.

Leanne felt uncomfortable, her mind overpowered by his presence, managing only a feeble/protest, “No one else has touched them.

“Is that so?”

Curtis’ voice was light, almost breezy, but beneath that feigned tranquility was a stormy darkness more violent than a surfy sea.

From a young age, Curtis harbored a fierce protective instinct toward Leanne, his sister in name only. No one else could touch her. For what he once did not understand, he then knew it was not just protectiveness but a possessive desire.

of the ordinary except that Curtis felt the urge to

her.

of Leanne that wasn’t beautiful. Even the

polished marble, traced around her protruding ankle bones, sliding from the back to the front of her foot,

that was more teasing than therapeutic, intentionally avoiding traditional pressure points and focusing instead on the spots that elicited the most

the ticklish sensation, her struggles growing as she tried to kick him off. “What are you doing?

she couldn’t escape.

matter? Don’t

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intense, and he watched her furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips. “Does it

Leanne had never really gone for a professional massage, she knew it wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

a spot to reflect kidney health. Ever so competitive,

do this,” Leanne attempted to crawl away, her voice coming out all nasally, making her sound

capturing her legs and spreading them apart as he kneeled between them, trapping

of the emotional turmoil inside. “No massage, then? What

her, pinning her down. Leanne felt like prey with no escape, wisely attempting to explain, “I didn’t stay long at

back to work.”

A back rub?

didn’t do much to improve Curtis’