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Beatrice shook her head, but she used her fingers to trace Sam's slightly open chest. She unbuttoned his shirt one by one until the very last one. Sam didn't protest at all. In fact, he enjoyed every touch his wife gave.

Beatrice's gaze fixed on one spot: the dragon tattoo that resembled hers. She touched the part that was inked on the right side with great affection