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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, Marcus’s voice

you absolutely resolved on

marked emphasis.

doorknob beckoned. Millie

Angela’s Library

Do not exit yet. Let me fetch

of footwear. Bare feet met the

door at the wardrobe’s extremity swung open. Retrieving the dark -hued undergarment, she cradled its supple fabric, her palm radiating warmth. The lingering essence

the door slightly. I’ll deliver

sculpted six-pack abs. The sight was undeniably tantalizing. Millie, compelled to avert her gaze, shielded her eyes and murmured, “Didn’t I ask

vision, and he spoke,

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