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Maybe One More Time (Vegas Nights, #3) Maybe One More Time by Christina C. Jones
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“Why does that feel so… unlike you?” “Because it is,” he shrugged. “You’ve got me out here just doing shit.” “Oh, I do?”
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“Hell – all I knew at this point was that the sex was hot, honestly. Well… I knew that, and I knew I hadn’t been able to get him off my mind, since well before he’d ever even touched me.”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“I wanted that heat and intensity. Not a fucking shopping spree.”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“I wanted interest and fire. I wanted a man that would pull out on a nigga to make a point and kidnap my ass to make another one. Toxic? Shit, maybe.”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“that girl is beautiful, and so sophisticated. That’s a grown woman, you hear me?”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“Because that shit this morning had been wild. Not just the sex, but the… after. The shower, the side-by-side brushing teeth, the do you want something to eat?”
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“And then, the specific praise I was dying for.”
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“No. And there’s no… every time. It’s just… this time. This one more time. And then we’re done.”
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“Although… it was difficult to declare what we weren’t when I had no clue what we were.”
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“Just like the other times, he washed me, and then led me back to that room”
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“Girl please – I’m trying to figure out if I can get that sex bench tonight – what did it look like?”
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“And you,” I turned on my sister. “Are always – literally – up under your husband trying to make the baby you claimed you were waiting a year for. So who’s been absent?” “Damn, aggressive much?” Kensa laughed, exchanging an amused look with Des. “And I’m not always under my husband – sometimes I’m on top.” “And I’m still fucking your brother,”
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“The handsome face, the heavy body painted in a colorful canvas of tattoos, those big hands, that mouth… That dick. Whew.”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“I couldn’t wait to look at myself in the mirror. After an experience like that… I had to look different, right?”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“Welcoming me deeper, until we were fully connected, and… Shit.”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“Sleek curves – a lush body that practically begged to be touched. Polished mahogany finish – velvety, supple, deep brown skin.”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“I hated thinking – knowing – I was being driven by some sort of “vibe”. The idea was a little too delicate, too unmanageable for me. I needed to be able to govern what was happening around me,”
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“I mean… I could at least get to know the man I’d been allowing to tie me up and rearrange my insides… right?”
Christina C. Jones, Maybe One More Time
“I like… the controlled nature of it all. I like… the vulnerability of my playmate. You’re completely naked, completely bound, and I could do… anything I wanted to you,”
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