Landing The Air Marshal (Snowpocalypse) - Plot & Excerpts
He could tell she was playing it off like it was nothing, but her furrowed brows and clipped responses said otherwise. Wasn’t his job to pry, though. That was the nice thing about a one-night stand—you didn’t have to care. Even if one night was turning quickly into two. Gage sat on the couch as Abby bustled around the penthouse, her camera clicking as she took pictures from every angle, turning lights off and on as she decided what type of lighting to use. Watching her work might possibly be just as hot as her on all fours naked on the four-poster bed. She sucked on her bottom lip as her gaze wandered around the kitchen. She’d put on a pair of tight-fitting sweatpants that hugged her ass. And when she bent over to reposition a vase on the floor, the top of her lacy black thong peeked over the top of her pants. The zip-up did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her mouthwatering tits bounced whenever she walked.
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