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Harley struggled up to a sitting posture, locking his hands behind the small of her back, holding her to him, her legs wrapped tight around his hips. "What colors do I make you see?"

"Mostly pastels so far," she teased him. "Lots of beige."

"Bullshit." He kissed her.

"Mauve. Platinum. Tasteful beige."

"Cafe au lait. Copper pennies. Deep Dutch chocolate."

She took him inside her and they put the world away.

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