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Post was not sent - check your email addresses! Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. He continued in that manner, directing her in a calm, dispassionate voice. She, on the other hand, was positively humming inside, titillated beyond belief that he was fully clothed and she was completely naked. What did he think of her? He had to be comparing her to the historic photos of her grandmother.
Was she measuring up? She shivered involuntarily. Except if maybe you were naked, too. After the citrine shot came the tigers. He retrieved them from the jewelry box, asked her to stand while she put them on. They reminded her of the theft and her simmering anger bubbled to the surface.
I would be mortified if they could tell. He smiled slightly.
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Then she froze because Walker had begun to put his hands in her hair. To do so he moved very close to her, close enough that their bodies almost touched. As he continued to fold her mane into a loose chignon, she took in his scent; it was a cross between leather and wood and male. She fought the urge to close the distance. How could he stand this? Was she the only one feeling this way? He stepped back from her for a moment and tilted his head while he perused her. Then, smiling faintly, he pulled a few long hairpins out of his back pocket. She held her breath as he strategically placed them out of sight, his arms encircling her.
Then it was over and he stepped back, once again examining his work.
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Fixing hair quickly helps bridge that gap. I always keep a few pins in my camera case out of habit. Ready to continue? He paused with his camera by his side. A native of California, A.
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She lives with her husband and two spoiled dogs in in Boise, Idaho, where she is often distracted by kayaking, playing bocce, and trying to hit a golf ball more than fifty yards. Chance is book 15 in the Reed Security Series and should be read in order. It is also part of a 3 book arc.
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Payton looked at me, trying not to laugh. I glared at her, but she just smiled at me. After they left, I motioned for Sinner to bring the ice cream over. I feigned not being able to move and he brought it real close. I took the cup and pushed it into his face.
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Ice cream dripped from his nose and mouth and there were splashes of ice cream all around his eyes. I think I need some ice cream to cheer me up. Sinner shrugged, leaning back in his chair and pouting. Ice cream feeds the soul. I rolled my eyes at him and plopped my head down on the pillow. Find me a man that can bring me a steak.
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