I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last. — Flora Roberts, Just A Step Away
I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last. — Flora Roberts, Just A Step Away
I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last. — Flora Roberts, Just A Step Away
I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last. — Flora Roberts, Just A Step Away
I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last. — Flora Roberts, Just A Step Away
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I'm going to make love to you, Lanie. I'm not your first, but I will be the last.

— Flora Roberts, Just A Step Away
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