Breaking Protocol (Firehouse Fourteen Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Candlelight flickered from the nightstand and dresser, scenting the room with hints of vanilla and something just a little spicy, something CC couldn't quite make out. She hadn't figured Big Guy to be a candles-and-classical music kind of guy. It didn't matter that she had subtly suggested some music and candlelight. Well, maybe not so subtly. But he had taken her suggestion to heart, and she was surprised at the music choice when he turned on the small stereo in his room. Surprised, but certainly not complaining. Right now, she was certain that even annoying techno-music wouldn't grate on her nerves, not when Dave's large hands were gliding over her body, his touch strong, soothing, relaxing. Big Guy definitely had magic hands. And she had to give him credit for following through on the bet. Granted, he had looked a little surprised when she pulled the massage oil from the small overnight bag she had stored in the saddlebag on her bike.
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