A guttural moan escaped from somewhere deep in Steele’s chest. It would be hard to say if the sound were one of real pain, or rather, of frustration at being helpless; captive ultimately to Laura’s cajoling demands. He twisted slightly, his hands clenched, knuckles white and shaking.
Laura reached for one of his hands, slipping her small, soft
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