His Every Touch (For His Pleasure, Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
He was still holding the contract that she’d hand written and signed. “You really mean this, Kallie?” he asked softly. “Yes,” she breathed, her heart doing a pitter-patter dance in her chest. “I meant everything I said.” I need to be punished. Did she really mean that? Kallie had said it as a last, desperate attempt to get another chance with him. It had worked, but she wasn’t sure that was such a good thing. “Come,” he said, his eyes soft, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He walked to her and took her hand, and instantly she started to relax. “Are we going to the basement?” “No,” he said. “To my bedroom.” She was confused. Hunter was always confusing her. That seemed to be what he specialized in. Not writing, not producing, not driving motorcycles—no, Hunter Reardon’s true specialty was confusing Kallie. He walked upstairs with her, his hand intertwined with her own, and she was excited, because the last two times they’d gone to his bedroom had been sensual and beautiful.
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