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Take your hair down,» he croaked, his voice deep even to his own ears.
She blinked, and reached up to pull the elastic from her hair, the motion doing fascinating things to the fit of her lingerie. He watched the shiny, blond-streaked tresses fall over her shoulders and down her back, and felt a tug of satisfaction that his pillows would smell like her hair after all this was over. Maybe for days. He would revel in that, later. For now, he had the woman herself to savor.»