murder, she wrote.
Bobbi was heaving with desire, her hands raking through the sheets. She’d never been so worked up in her life.
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He picked her gingerly in his arms and carried her to bed, resting her out in the bed. He hesitated, glancing at the way...
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(Bobbi— who had a weird habit of disliking food— ended up falling asleep against Thor’s chest. His breathing patterns...
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