“into her own slice of heaven. But his voice, so low and so sexy, spoke directly to her and she knew what he wanted. She wanted the same. Her eyes flew open and she stared back into his, losing all semblance of control as she saw the flagrant desire in his. “We have the afternoon free,” she whispered, her lips parted, waiting for his. Ethan dropped his head down and kissed her on the lips hard, the full force of his mouth clamping down on hers and possessing it fully. Memories of their”
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Lily Zante,
The Proposal