The pale silver light of dawn filtered through the sheer electric curtains of the triplex penthouse, painting the walnut bed in cool autumn hues. Clara woke slowly, her senses returning one by one. The first sensation was warmth—an overwhelming, radiating furnace of masculine heat enveloping her from behind. Julian’s heavy arm was slung securely across her waist, his hand resting flat against her lower stomach. His steady, rhythmic breath brushed…
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