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“The polite thing would be to go back inside, give you privacy when you read it. But, I’m just not that mature.'
'It’s nothing. Fine.' Feeling foolish, Laurel opened the envelope.

You might think this is over, but you’d be wrong. I’ve taken your shoes hostage. Contact me within forty-eight hours, or the Pradas get it.”
― Nora Roberts, Savor the Moment

“Her hands clutched at his upper arms.
“Y-you make me feel…�
He glanced up at her, saw the way she was biting her lower lip and the tortured frown between her closed eyes. “What do I make you feel, honey?� he prompted in a low voice, unable to look away from her beautiful face, and he rubbed the heel of his palm against the hard bud of her clitoris.
Her body went wire taut, arching like a hunter’s bow as she gasped for him.
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― Edie Harris, Wild Burn

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She nodded vehemently as she lifted her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers.
“Insane. P-positively mad.� She opened bleary, lust-hazed eyes to spear him with vibrant blue. “What are you doing to me?�
He captured her mouth in a heavy, drugging kiss, using his free hand to undo the placket of his trousers. “Loving you,� he whispered against her lips. He stroked his fingers inside her, shuddering along with her as she clenched once, tellingly, around him.
“Just loving you, Moira.”
― Edie Harris, Wild Burn

“Mi sto chiedendo se non mi sono persa qualcosa. Un po' quando uno frequenta cattive compagnie e scopre un'altra via incontrando una persona in gamba”
― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog