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right, slipped beneath her armpit and closed gently around her right breast. Squirming, she dug her fingernails into her knees. |
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'No, don't,' she said. 'Please. Come on.' |
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'I think maybe you should be very nice to me, and maybe we won't have to bother the cops with this.' |
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His hand moved in a slow circle, palm stroking her nipple. |
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Maureen let out a shaky breath. |
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'You like that, don't you.' |
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'Bet it feels a lot better, now you're awake to enjoy it.' Laughing softly, he thumbed her nipple. 'Yeah, I already felt you up pretty good. This is better, though. This is a lot better.' |
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The hand slid down from her breast, down her chest and belly. And lower. When he fingered her public mound, she grabbed his wrist with her left hand and jerked it toward her hip. She rammed her right elbow back. It missed Buddy. Her upper arm collided with his face as he fell toward her, but she knew she hadn't done much damage. |
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And she knew she was in trouble. |
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The hand at the back of Maureen's neck shoved her away. She released his wrist. She flung her arm up. The far wall of the tub smacked her arm down against her side. A hand covered her face, pushed her down. |
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It went away. As she struggled to push herself up, Buddy rose from his crouch beside the tub. He wore nothing. He was grinning. He had a wide neck. His |
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