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In every room.
    She popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down.
    “How about it, cowboy? You gonna help me break it in, or what?” A saucy smile played on her lips. “I won’t even ask to tie your wrists.”
    Gavin burst into motion. He charged her, slung her over his shoulder, and marched across the house.
    Lauren laughed and oompf’d at the same time.
    “Damn good thing,” he warned and gave her a playful swat on the ass. “Since this time my hands will be very, very busy.”