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Оглавление“We can’t do this.”
Carter tried to push Mallory away, but his heart wasn’t in it, nor was the rest of his body.
“Yes, we can,” she said, breathing the words into his ear. “We are doing it.”
“No, no we shouldn’t…oh, God,” he said as she darted her tongue between his lips and seized his mouth again.
She nibbled her way along his jaw. “Why shouldn’t we?”
“You don’t really want to is why,” he panted as her lips reached his neck. “It’s just the moment. It’s the night and the Christmas season and the tension of the case…”
“What’s wrong with any of that?” she asked, her voice so husky with need, she could barely speak.
“Nothing, except—you’re going to respect me even less in the morning.” His arm went swiftly around her and his mouth came down to hers. Unable to hold back anymore, Carter decided that if he was going to be nothing more to her than a toy, something to relieve the sexual need she was surprising him with, then he was going to be the best sex toy she would ever possess.
