Ian colgó el teléfono y me besó. Me apretó más fuerte contra su cuerpo y con su mano libre me tomó del cuello, sin ninguna prisa. Sus labios jugaron con los míos, su lengua paseaba...
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I took a breath. Pictured the bed waiting for me upstairs. Then retreated to the lobbybar alone and ordered an ice-cold gin martini, a small signal to myself that my work was done. I held...
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