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“Fuck,” Richard growled under his breath, his voice muffled by the steam rising around him. His broad shoulders flexed as he leaned against the cold marble wall of the shower, water cascading down his chiseled chest. His blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now clouded with a hunger.
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