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Lena’s moans filled the alcove, mingling with the distant saxophone solo that continued to play somewhere in the lounge. Marco’s hand slipped deeper, his thumb circling her clit, the pressure building, a crescendo that rose like the tide. He turned to her, his eyes dark and earnest