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Оглавление“There is no ‘this.’”
Corrine said it with a finality she didn’t feel.
Mike ran a finger over her jaw, down her throat to the base of her neck, where her pulse had taken off. “Liar,” he chided softly as her nipples beaded and thrust against the material of her shirt.
“There can’t be a this,” she whispered.
“Oh, there’s definitely a this.” His finger continued its path over her collarbone to her shoulder, nudging the edge of her tank top off it. Stepping even closer, he dipped his head and nipped at the skin he’d exposed, while his fingers continued their seductive assault on her senses.
“How can you ignore me?” He dipped his head so that she could feel his breath on her skin. “After what we shared?”
“It was…just…sex,” she panted as he dragged that clever mouth back up her throat now, feasting as he went, his fingers toying with the edging of her top and the curve of her breast.
“Yeah. Sex. Great sex.”
