“Chapter 17“The pillows are closer.” Dillon took her wineglass, put both glasses on the table, then buried his hands in the folds of silk that draped over her butt. He hardened at the first touch. And though he knew he shouldn’t be indulging in her sweet heat, that he should be keeping his mind on his job, he gave in to the desire that coursed through him. Desire set off by relief. She wasn’t an agent or a spy. She was a stuntwoman.He cupped her butt with both hands, played his fingers along the... soft silk of her gown, reveling in the hard muscle beneath it. A stuntwoman. The possibilities were mind-boggling. Then she shivered and he tightened his arms around her. She was also a young woman with a missing aunt; afraid, brave, strong. And doing amazing things to his chest with her teeth.They had the time, the need. Why not indulge in a little mutual pleasure. It would be over soon enough. He drew his hands away from her butt, captured her face with them. Tilted her head so that she was ready for his kiss.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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