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"No. You're the one who wanted to see the real me." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "This is it. This is the playboy swing. Every girl who lasts more than a month gets a ride."
Her stomach lurched. "Leo. Stop."
It was higher off the ground than she expected. Her feet dangled. The leather was cool against the backs of her thighs. Leo stood, walked behind her, and pushed. Gently at first. playboy swing