Can we just forget that ever happened?”
His smile is devilish. “Not on your life.

M. Leighton


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I saw a special on the Discovery Channel.”
“You were watching the Discovery Channel?”
“Yes.”
“Um, why?”
“I lost the remote.”
“You lost the remote?

M. Leighton


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Dark and dirty things come to mind, things like how much pleasure I’d get from putting her in misery. But not the bad kind of misery. No, I want Olivia in the kind of misery that makes her sweat and writhe, and then beg me to come inside her.

M. Leighton


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If I ever stood a chance of resisting her, it evaporates the instant she leans into me. So does every last ounce of finesse that I’m normally capable of. The kiss that should’ve started out slow starts out like a forest fire. The first taste of her tongue consumes me.
And I’m lost.
And I’m lost.
My hands are in her hair and my mouth is devouring hers. I give no thought to where I am or the girlfriend whose father I work for. I can’t think past how badly I want to be inside the tight, hot body of the girl in my arms.
But why? Why do I want her so bad?

M. Leighton


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Ohmigod, you are a head case! A whore and a head case!

M. Leighton


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I think back to my banter with Cash about sexual harassment. I don’t doubt he pushes the boundaries, but never once did I get the impression he might force himself on me or make unwanted advances. I just hope to God he doesn’t know that his advances aren’t unwanted. I just wish they were.

M. Leighton


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Goodnight, Nash.”
His lips twist into a wry smile. I wonder what he was expecting. “Good night, beautiful Olivia.

M. Leighton


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I was supposed to be meeting someone, but they had to cancel. After I’d already gotten here, of course,” I explain, bitterness dripping from my voice.
“Want me to kick his ass?” he asks. I look up at him and he’s grinning at me over the top of his glass.
“No. You might be embarrassed when she gets the better of you.

M. Leighton


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And those eyes. Damn those black eyes. They sparkle like drops of an ebony pond in his handsome face.

M. Leighton


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Finish your beer,” he says then nods to the bartender. “Jack. Neat.

M. Leighton


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