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Excerpt:
As Garth Treece’s silver black gaze bore down on her from the obscurity of a nearby bookshelf, the woman’s trembling hand moved up and under her dress, hovering a moment before beginning long, liquid strokes that nearly drove him over the edge. He had been watching her all afternoon, indulging the fantasy of how it would feel to touch her, run his tongue along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. And higher. How would she smell? Taste? How would she respond to his caresses? His eyes blazed with lust. She was lean and muscular, yet smooth skin foretold of supple delight wrapped hotly around his pummeling cock. Treece ground his teeth together, unable to move or look away. Ensnared. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her breath rapid. She deepened the strokes, her body gathering rapture until Treece could stand it no longer. “Come for me,” he whispered. She moaned softly and shuddered with release. Treece’s powerful fingers clutched the shelf reflexively. Sweat beaded his forehead. The need to possess her consumed him. Minutes later he watched her collect papers and stuff them into a woven handbag as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Treece took a frustrated breath. Keeping his mind and body an invisible predator, he stalked her with new intent. |
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