Page 56 of Wicked Design
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He rubbed her clit.
She gripped his shoulders and moaned.
They climaxed together, faster than they ever had, chests bumping from their ragged breaths.
Clover kissed him longingly. He gave her everything he had, too. Their tongues waltzed, the moment tender and magical.
At last they relaxed, lips parting.
She stroked his cheek, her gaze blurred.
He couldn’t recall another moment as joyous. “Thanks.”
The limo slowed and made a turn. A small crackle sounded, followed by the driver’s voice. “We’ll be at the front door in a moment.”
Van Gogh suppressed a groan.
