theresa goodwin

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My eyes wandered over his body, igniting my desire. “Drop the towel.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What?” “Drop the towel.” My lips curved into a smile. “Earlier you told me to eat my heart out. What if I’m hungry?” He let go of the towel and it fell to the floor. God, he was so fucking beautiful. Every inch of him.
Taste (Cloverleigh Farms, #7)
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