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Synopsis

“Need some help, honey?” 
Elise gave him her best smile. “You’ll pull it.” 
“Nope, I’m a great hair brusher. Ask my nieces. They all vie for Uncle 
Ross to brush their hair whenever I see them.” 
Elise handed it over and let him lead her back to the bedroom where he 
lowered her on the carpeted floor in front of the chair he eased himself 
into. She sat back between his naked thighs and shivered at the feel of the 
hair on his legs against her ribs and arms. He patiently worked at the knots 
and tangles until he could pull through the mass without any obstructions. 
Elise loved it. She drifted on the sensation and couldn’t think of anything 
that would change it. 
“If you plan to volunteer at that soup kitchen again, Elise, you’ll wait until I 
can go with you,” Ross said. 
Elise considered his tone. “Will you be able to go on a regular basis?” she 
asked. 
“Probably not every Sunday, honey, but maybe once a month or so,” Ross 
answered. “I would hope that you and I will be doing different things on 
some Sundays. Volunteer work is important, and I’m now ashamed that I 
give money instead of my time, but charity begins at home.” 
Elise hid her smile. “Okay.” 
“When Norbert calls you, and I know he will, you can tell him that I’m your 
significant other, your boyfriend, your Dom. You choose.” 
Elise turned to face him. She held him with her gaze, searching his 
features.

Durée: environ 5 heures (04:53:17)
Date de publication: 26/12/2025; Unabridged; Copyright Year: — Copyright Statment: —

• Fiction contemporaine
• Roman d'amour