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DAHLIA
“Good morning, Lee.”
I looked up from my lunch to the man standing before our table in the crowded dining room. We'd missed the hotel's breakfast because Garrison had turned his attentions upon me bright and early. A very thorough bout of lovemaking put me right back to sleep for most of the morning. He'd been most attentive and very gentle, for while I had been eager for his attentions, I was sore. He'd kissed my scars, ran his fingers over them almost reverently, before taking me so sweetly. Even now, I had a delicious ache between my legs. While I'd cleaned myself before dressing, Garrison's seed had been copious and continued to trickle from me, a constant reminder of his claim on me.
“Pringle,” Garrison replied, his tone neutral, the one word clipped.
The man was close i
