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Sammi was sprawled in his bed, and damn if that wasn’t a f*****g beautiful sight. It was past midnight by the time they got to the loft, and she was so exhausted she was dead on her feet. Not able to let her out of his sight for an instant, he helped her out of her clothing and into one of his softest T-shirts that fell almost to midthigh. It was a sign of her mental exhaustion that she didn’t bat an eye and simply stripped n***d in front of him. Sick bastard that he was, it didn’t stop him from reveling in the sleek lines of her body and smooth skin. She padded into his bathroom to clean up while he changed into a pair of pajama bottoms.
With a large glass of water waiting for her on his night table, he sat at the edge of the bed, listening to the sounds of her moving around in the b
