Chapter 79 Seven rounds in a night

His hands roamed wildly, cupping her jaw, gripping her hip, sliding up her ribs under her dress, fingers splaying against the bare skin of her stomach.

She arched into him.

Needy.

Craving

And then..

He stopped.

Grayson's lips hovered over hers, his forehead pressing against her own, his br...

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