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"Don't move," he ordered softly. He didn't ask her to undress. He asked for something far more intimate. "Close your eyes. And tell me the last time someone touched you not because they wanted something, but because they couldn't help it." "Never," she breathed
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She knocked on his studio door. It creaked open.
Ananya’s hand flew to her waist, covering the evidence. "That's inappropriate."