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I whimpered all the way only to gasp when his fingers turned outward and briefly brushed the insides of my breasts. Beneath my back, I fisted my hands, willing myself to hang on.
I was breathing normally again by the time I'd depleted him.
Chris gasped at me, his hand on his cheek. "Holly, I'm shocked that you would even suggest such a thing.
A slight shift up caused the backs of his fingers to brush under my breasts.
Except that the technician couldn't find a heartbeat.
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