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“She’s having the baby! I need help. Fast.”

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Cecily felt like moaning. Eros had shot an arrow straight to her crotch. One look at Will and her heart had dropped to the tips of her unpedicured toenails. God help her, had he ever aged well.

Memories flooded back. That hair, short and tousled now. His shoulders had broadened and they held up a loose-fitting, short-sleeved white polo shirt that showed off muscled arms and a spectacular tan. Stone-colored pants hung casually off tight buns.

A shiver ran down her thighs. She felt hot and wet, and couldn’t stem the sudden attack of heavy, dreamy lethargy. One look at him and she’d fallen for him again—drippily, stickily in lust with a married man.

Kiss and Run

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