And then Mircea finally let me down, only to get his hands inside the coat and push me against the wall.
“I’m dirty,” I protested.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Promise?”
“Mircea!” I laughed in spite of myself…

Autore: Karen Chance

And then Mircea finally let me down, only to get his hands inside the coat and push me against the wall.<br />“I’m dirty,” I protested.<br />He waggled his eyebrows. “Promise?”<br />“Mircea!” I laughed in spite of myself… - Karen Chance

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