Thursday, July 17, 2014

New Story Alert: Home for the Summer

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Home for the Summer


His mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder, his tongue and teeth moving across the heated skin, and I moan. “You should have crawled into bed with me this morning. I’m through waiting,” Low and raspy and heavy with sex, his accent, usually lyrical, is a growl. Shivers cascade down my spine.

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