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Оглавление“I have no idea how to work this thing.”
Justin grinned. “Help is on the way.”
He crossed the room with the wineglasses, gave Bailey hers and tapped their glasses together. He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Hmm, sweet.”
Bailey’s insides vibrated. She couldn’t imagine what making love to him would feel like. Inadvertently, she moaned.
Justin tipped his head toward her in question.
“The wine...it’s really good.” At least she was still thinking on her feet.
“Glad you like it.”
He turned his attention to the system, pressed a few buttons, and Luther Vandross’s sultry crooning wafted around them.
Justin took Bailey’s glass from her hand and placed it on the side table. “Dance with me.”
Bailey sputtered a nervous laugh. “Dance with you?”
“Yes.” He stepped to her, slid one arm around her waist and eased her close. “Like this,” he murmured against her hair.
Her eyes drifted closed when she rested her head against his chest and she silently prayed that he didn’t feel her body trembling. Her pulse roared in her ears.
