In that instant, everything Ce thought she’d known about herself was blown away like autumn leaves in a whirlwind. She’d always considered herself a modern, independent woman. The kind who took care of herself, both financially and emotionally. A sexually liberated woman, confident in her own identity, who didn’t need a man to complete her. Yet when his mouth covered hers, demanding entrance, she was ready to yield to his every desire. Ready to submit like the heroine of one of her grandmother’s bodice-ripper romances. The ones she’d always made fun of but had secretly love to read. She moaned and wriggled to get closer to him. Hard to do when he still held her in his arms. His tongue stroked hers. A dance of pure primal need. God, the man could kiss. She whimpered, the sound muffled under the pressure of his mouth. He let go of her knees, slid her down his hard, muscled body even as he demanded her response with a wicked tongue. And was that… Oh my. A thrill ran through her as the thick, hard length of his cock pressed against her soft belly.
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