Rayna
Tegan was literally tall, dark, and sinful. A scrumptious morsel of a man that she wanted nothing more than to know the feel of his perfectly groomed goateed face buried between her thighs, which was a highly inappropriate thought to be having for a new widow. Bad boy beautiful, he needed to remain at arm’s length.
Tegan
The last thing
he wanted was another relationship. He wasn’t even officially divorced from his
last disaster, but Rayna was proving to be his Achilles heel. After sweeping by
him in the lobby wearing go-go boots and a 60’s era baby-doll dress that fell mere
inches below her sashaying rear-end, he knew he had to have a taste of her. She was driving him fucking crazy!
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