Our Little Secret

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Vivian stepped out of Christopher’s office, her legs trembling beneath her as if they were about to give out at any moment. The weight of what she’d just done crashed over her like a wave, leaving her breathless. Honestly she couldn't walk straight because Christopher had destroyed her core and made it very sore. She inhaled sharply, the sterile scent of the hospital air mingling with the faint, intoxicating trace of his cologne still clinging to her skin. Her pulse was erratic, a wild drumbeat in her ears that drowned out every other sound. She could still feel him—his hands, his lips, his body—all over her, igniting parts of her that she didn’t even know could burn. Her hair, once neatly tied into a tight, professional bun, was now a disheveled mess. Several strands had come loose

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