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Sunset. Surrender. Charlene Sands
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Sophia rose from her seat and came over to his side of the table, brushing his shoulder to reach for his plate.
Her long tresses flowed onto his lap as she brought her face inches from his. He smelled of earth, rawhide and musk, and her breathing quickened as their eyes met. He was a beautiful man who hated her, but right now, she saw desire darken his eyes. She whispered gently, blowing her breath over his lips, playing the vixen he thought she was, “I’ll clean this up and then we’ll get right to work so you won’t have to stay any longer than necessary.”
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“I only have half ownership. He didn’t give it all away.”
“I bet you wish he had.”
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