Illicit Heir (Discreet Paperback)She crosses her arms over her chest, still angry. I sit back in my seat and move my hand from her thigh. I point around. "Ten grand might come in handy. Seems more than a fair exchange. An hour of your time versus ten grand of my money." "I'm not sleeping with ya," she claims. Sure, you're not, I say in my mind. But I reply, "Then don't lose." She scoffs. "It has nothing to do with sleeping with me, my arse. Ya just admitted it." I put my hands in the

"It's just a bad dream

“Nothing’s wrong

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Holiday Rider

did you close it

and graphic scenes

or do you want me to stop

"Can you tell Dirk that

and she pauses then rips off her surgical cap

and I adjust my foot over a row

Fear replaces my lust

It’s strange because the men are all cooking