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Marcus, having wiped the dampness from his visage, discerned her shyness and her artful evasion.

Patiently, he dispensed a dollop of white body wash, massaging it over his skin.

“Retrieve the set you laundered for me two days ago. You recollect its placement, I presume?”

Recollections of the episode wherein she laundered his undergarment swamped her, exacerbating her discomfort. A flush suffused her soft countenance.

“Swiftly now. I’m nearly concluded.”

Millie’s protestations endured, her throat clearing as she ventured, “Perhaps you could don the bathrobe instead.”

Despite traversing the breadth of intimate experiences, Millie’s conservative disposition prevailed. A candid display remained beyond her realm.

the bathroom,

absolutely resolved on

“resolved” with marked

click of the doorknob beckoned. Millie conceded

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moment. Do not exit yet. Let me fetch it for

the consideration of footwear. Bare feet met the plush carpet’s

Retrieving the dark -hued undergarment, she cradled its supple fabric, her palm radiating warmth. The lingering essence of

could crack the door slightly. I’ll deliver it to

abs. The sight was

hand intercepted her attempt to cover her vision, and he spoke,

had a thorough Look at me.