Mastered By The Mavericks (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
It was the wrong question and Rebel knew it. More accurately, it was just the question that didn’t need to be asked, because it had already answered itself. He knew damn well what intent ruled her right now—exchanging a glance with Double-Oh confirmed he wasn’t the only one—he just didn’t know how to process the recognition as reality. Doing that meant confronting the actual mystery on his mind. Was this woman going to be his dream or his destruction? And at the moment, did the answer matter? His cock issued a resounding no—and he wasn’t complaining. Damn. She was five and a half feet of everything he could have conjured from a fantasy. The sensual focus of her huge brown eyes. The stiff tips jutting from her dusky areolas. The fresh dew gleaming between her creamy thighs. Jesus. So perfect. Maybe she simply was a hallucination… But when he reached to stroke her shoulder with a knuckle, she didn’t disappear.
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