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Оглавление“I haven’t felt this good in ages…”
That voice. Those hot, needy words.
Patrick’s kiss grew deeper, hungrier. It invited reckless decisions and wild sex, sweet soreness come morning and—
His phone jingled and buzzed, and Steph shot up as if she’d been zapped by a Taser. She stared around the dim room. How long had they been kissing? Ten minutes? An hour?
Patrick looked equally surprised. He cleared his throat and dug his cell from his hip pocket.
“Hello?… Hey, John… Excellent, hang on. Head to the end of the hall—the door to the gym’s at the bottom of the stairs… Yup, I’ll stay on.”
The strain of arousal lingered in his voice, but he covered the more incriminating evidence handily, strapping on his tool belt around his hips as he left the room.
Steph blew out a long breath. What had she done?
Nothing. You kissed an electrician. At work, granted, and on the night you were supposed to be kissing a doctor.
Bad, bad, bad, she thought, and licked her tender lips, still flushed from Patrick’s demands.
Bad, bad, bad, and way too good…
