Shane was just leaving, too.”“What?” he cried. I slammed my palms flat against his body. Dear God, there were some nice ridges hiding under that shirt! My hands slid up to his pecks and pushed. “Yeah. You have to go now.” “Are you for real?” he asked. He was slowly backing his way through the room, but it had nothing to do with the strength of my push…or lack thereof. “Very. I can’t. I need to sleep on this.”With a wicked smile, he flattened his hands over mine and sassed, “I’m all for you sleeping on me. Let’s go.
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