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“It’s showtime,” she whispered,“but the playbill is mine.”
Suddenly, he flipped her, and she was on her back, his warm, strong hands shoving up her dress to roam over her bare thighs with hot urgency.
“All bets are off.” He pulled her knees apart. The next second, his hand was on her, fingers probing, and she knew he found her more than ready for him. She felt her panties rip. He hummed with satisfaction at her startled cry.
“Adam!”
In one smooth thrust, he was inside her, making her moan with the exquisite feel of him.
“Yes, baby. Itisshowtime.” He stared down into her face, his mouth curving in a devastating smile.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her back, desperate for him to start moving.
“But the playbill—” he kissed her tenderly“—is ours.”
She looked into his beautiful blue eyes, wondering what she had ever done good in this world to have him cross her path and change her life completely.
“Every time I think I can’t possibly love you more,” she murmured,“somehow, you make me.”
“I fully intend to make you love me, Mrs. Larssen. More and more, daily, for the rest of my life.” He rolled his hips, a roguishly promising smile playing on his lips. “What do you say I start right now?”