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Оглавление“Let’s start here…”
Jonas’s lips were soft, responsive, warm. Allie closed her eyes to concentrate on their shape, their taste, the change between the moist curves of his mouth and the smooth skin of his cheeks and chin, delicious contact that shot shivers through her body.
He let her keep leading the pace and their movements. Jonas Meyer, who had all the power associated with his wealth, breeding and connections, was leaving Little Brooklyn Allie in control.
Very gradually she started to rock back and forth over the thin fabric of his shorts, continuing to explore his mouth, without kissing him full-on or deeply. Always hold something back.
Jonas inhaled through his teeth. Allie let her head drop back, riding him, eyes still closed, taking her pleasure.
“Allie.” He’d bent forward, murmured against her throat. “You’re making me crazy.”
You’re making me crazy, too.
She had to work harder and harder to appear calm. Her breath caught in little gasps, and her thighs began to tremble. Not the plan. Not what was supposed to—
To hell with the plan.
