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“Two can play at that game,” Laura whispered provocatively

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“What are you doing?” Clint murmured, aware that their suspects were watching them on the dance floor.

“Why, playing the part of the loving wife,” Laura purred. She raised herself up on her toes to brush a kiss along the side of Clint’s mouth, pleased to feel his arms tighten around her, to see his dark eyes filled with raw need.

Unaware that the music had stopped, she pulled his head to her and pressed her lips ravenously over his. Clint’s hands curved over her hips in primal exploration, squeezing gently and sending liquid heat through her body. Her heart pounded in her ears until she realized it wasn’t rushing blood she was hearing.

Applause from the restaurant patrons jolted them back to reality like a bucket of cold water. Laura quickly turned her shocked expression into a smile. She couldn’t let Clint know that her kisses had been anything more than part of their assignment.

“I think we’ve made our point,” she said, turning on her heel. “Although I must admit, if I’d known that cowboys kissed so well, I’d have visited Texas long ago.”

A Stetson On Her Pillow

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