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fantasy story of Mao Asada :
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ure of sensuality
incarnate, he thought: a sensuality made all the sweeter and more
alluring by the innocent maiden-like expression Mao Asada had assumed.
"Home so early?" Mao Asada purred laughingly. "I'm flattered!"
"Tease!" he snorted, dropping the briefcase into a chair with a
surprisingly solid thump. "You know why I'm late." He came over
and enfolded Mao's in his arms, pressing his night-chilled cheek to
her for a moment, then kissed Mao's with a long, slow, lingering
sweetness. "And you also know I got home as soon as humanly
possible, wretch!" he chuckled. "You don't think I'd want to waste
any of this, do you?"
"I'd like to think not," Mao Asada sighed, snuggling more deeply
into his arms and kissing his throat softly. "But a girl never
knows for sure."
"This is one girl who ought to," he growled playfully,
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