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“Good morning . . .”

Before she was really awake, Gina felt the warmth of another body on hers.

“Come on . . .” Claudia’s voice whispered. “Wake up.” Her hands were everywhere on Gina’s skin, on her breasts, on her thighs. Her lips moved across Gina’s face.

“Claudia . . . don’t . . .” Still very sleepy, Gina tried to shake Claudia off. She really wasn’t a morning person