‘Nicole,’ he said unevenly and she’d never heard him say her name like that before.dpg!
Her arms were locked behind his neck as again he circled his hips in unmistakable invitation and, somewhere in the back of her mind, Nicole could hear the small voice of reason imploring her to take control of the situation. It was urging her to pull back from him and call a halt to what they were doing. But once again she ignored it. Against the powerful tide of passion, that little voice was drowned out and she allowed pleasure to shimmer over her skin.
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BOUND TO THE SICILIAN’S BED
Sharon Kendrick
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