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Why had Marcus rushed through his shower with such haste? A mere moment ago, he had been enclosed within the bathroom’s embrace, and now he emerged, leaving behind its sanctuary. The sudden appearance caught her off guard.

Gazing upon the chiseled contours of Marcus’ visage against the canvas of his robust chest, Millie found herself enveloped in a shroud of shyness. With unblemished sincerity, she voiced her thoughts.

“Nay, only a solitary question did I chance upon.”

Her hand ascended to Lend support against the imposing bastion of Marcus’ chest, encountering the terrain of his robust and dewy sinews.

Her gaze lifted, encountering his intent stare. Millie’s reticence deepened, mingling with a tincture of culpability.

“I but perused the initial query. You should replace it. By my honor falsehoods shall not cross my lips.”

underscore her pledge, Millie’s hand ascended in a solemn oath, yet Marcus, swift as a zephyr, quelled the gesture

“Fret not.”

desire dare to traverse the boundless expanse, he’d bestow upon her the entirety of his possession, Let alone a mere query of

as Aisha, a tempest of anxiety raged within Marcus. How ineffable was the sensation of her nestled within his

expanse of Millie’s brow. a caress as delicate as the flutter of a butterfly‘s wing, coaxing her heart into

they descended onto the plush couch. Millie found herself ensconced within the cradle of Marcus’ extended limbs, his embrace enveloping her svelte waist, while a laptop found shelter in his

perplex you? Permit me to

Marcus directed attention to the luminous screen, his timbre imbued with an indulgence that echoed the dulcet

of zephyrs, brushed against the contours of

remained veiled-was he a scribe of