The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“Trust me, Dr. Thorne, if I had you up against a wall, you’d be the meal.”

“Pick you up at six on Friday.” God. I’m in so much trouble.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathes out with a small tremble in her voice. “I don’t really care what you call me while I do it, sweetheart. So long as you spread those legs and let me worship between them.”