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"Don't move."

Tim tightened his grip on Gwen Grayson's slender waist and leaned down to murmur intimately in her ear, "These two didn't come with good intentions. Let's keep up our act from last time—don't show any weakness in front of them."

Gwen Grayson froze for a moment, then stopped struggling. But sitting on Tim's lap, held so closely by the waist, her body remained stiff as a board