Chapter 73 SEVENTY-THREE

—Mabel—

Heat pooled in my belly hearing him say that. Not even my n*pples were spared—they twitched taut inside my dress.

“S-sure. We can,” I stuttered.

Alec walked up to me and his cologne wrapped around me. He leaned closer until his breath fanned my ear.

“Good. Now put it away in your bag, wi...

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