And how do you propose we sort this out?" His voice was wonderfully hoarse.
She smiled, a devilish glint in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sure we can figure something out." Her gaze dropped to the hefty bulge in his pants.
Dear God.
Her mouth suddenly went dry. Her bravado faltered. She wasn't nearly
as confident as she pretended.
Unconsciously, she licked her bottom lip. If possible, the prodigious
bulge seemed to grow a little bigger. He appeared to be in a great deal of
pain, but Elizabeth was discovering that she had a rather ruthless streak
when it came to this man.
She approached him slowly,

Autore: Monica McCarty

And how do you propose we sort this out?" His voice was wonderfully hoarse.<br />She smiled, a devilish glint in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sure we can figure something out." Her gaze dropped to the hefty bulge in his pants.<br />Dear God.<br />Her mouth suddenly went dry. Her bravado faltered. She wasn't nearly<br />as confident as she pretended.<br />Unconsciously, she licked her bottom lip. If possible, the prodigious<br />bulge seemed to grow a little bigger. He appeared to be in a great deal of<br />pain, but Elizabeth was discovering that she had a rather ruthless streak<br />when it came to this man.<br />She approached him slowly, - Monica McCarty


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