Читать книгу In Bed with Boone - Linda Winstead Jones - Страница 2
“How about making a little noise?” Boone whispered to the woman on the bed. “You know, so the real bad guys will think you’re enjoying yourself?”
Оглавление“I will not!” she said indignantly.
He grabbed her wrist, and she squealed. Then he dragged her closer, and she squealed again. “That’s good.”
But it wasn’t good. She was breathing hard, as if they were really making love. Her green eyes were fiery and latched to his. And he couldn’t stop wishing for what he was only pretending to do. “One more time, sugar.”
“Don’t call me—”
He hauled her off the bed so that she came to her feet and ran smack-dab into his bare chest. This time she screamed, and Boone let go of her.
She glanced up at him suspiciously.
He couldn’t resist. “Was it good for you, too?” he whispered.
