Following him inside, A.J. found herself in a foyer with a staircase ahead and a kitchen beyond. To the left, a modest living room was furnished sparsely but glowed with the warmth of cherry paneling and some embers that were dying in an old stone fireplace. On the opposite side of the entrance h...
A quick glance at the clock and he saw that it was seven a.m. Might as well get packed and head for Atlanta. “Holly.” He nudged her with his hand. “Wake up.” She let out something close to a purr and stretched, her body arching into his and turning his morning hard-on into a raw need that he was ...