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His hands went to her panties and he looped his fingers through them, tugging them off her body. Before she had time to comprehend his next move, she felt him lifting her into his arms and laying her down on the floor.
Their lips met, his tongue dipping inside her mouth. As their tongues clashed together, his hands continued to massage her every curve, gently feeling each part of her sensitive skin.
At this point, Marisa stopped feeling self-conscious about her ample body, and hoped that Jeffrey would explode with desire just like she just did. Is he truly falling for her, or is he hiding a heart-pounding secret that could threaten them both?
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There had to be something she could do, but what? Rachel Greene looked at her surroundings and sighed. She jumped at the chance to live on her own, and now, well she was in over her head. She had always been the one who wanted out. Out of the family, out of the drama, out of everything, and now she was stuck in a tiny apartment in the worst neighborhood in D.C., with no hope of changing it. She put her head in her hands and sighed. On the computer screen in front of her was her budget for the next six months. No matter which way she plotted and planned, she only had about two months before it all fell apart. She leaned back in her seat, glancing at her reflection in the mirror on her desk.
She wasn’t gorgeous by any means, at least not in her opinion. She was studious and bookwormy, if anything. At least that’s what her brother used to call her. She had long chestnut hair and blue eyes, fringed with long lashes, something her grandmother said was a wonderful asset. She wore glasses most of the time, unless she had some special occasion, then she popped in her contacts.
She was thin but still curvy, something else her grandmother said was a good thing. Not that it mattered, at 24 she had been to school most of her life and still, there was nothing to show for it. Sure, she could go home if things got too bad. The problem was, she would rather live in her car first.
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