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Bought: A Bad Boy Romance

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by Molly Thorne


  If my mind would have allowed me to protest, I would have, but not telling myself the truth is futile. I want him.

  His skillful tongue breaches the cavern of my mouth, mapping the precise route to elicit moans. Heat courses through me. Devlin had skyrocketed me to a new place of pleasure with just the tangle of his tongue against mine.

  In a swift motion, he hoists me against the wall and releases my breast from the strapless gown. His hot tongue trails kisses down my neck onto my chest until capturing my hardened nipple. Each suckle lulls me further into a dream world. His world, and I am ready to sign up for citizenship, allow him to plant his flag in my fertile soil and claim me.

  Locking my legs around him, I feel the full rise of his hardness between my thighs, and I water at the thought of how good he could make me feel with other parts of his body if he works his tongue this well.

  I give in to the indulgence, a scorching shot of desire for this model-built man damaging my self-control.

  He tastes as good as he looks, and feels even better. Our tongues collide, and I am at a loss for words. I can only moan.

  Devlin moves his zipper loose and sanity begins to seep in.

  I tear my face from his.

  “I can’t,” I pant. “I can’t do this.”

  His ragged breaths fall against my neck as he nuzzles the crevice.

  “No worries, babe,” he whispers between kisses. “I’ll take care of you.”

  I wiggle and motion for him to let me down.

  “This isn’t right,” I say.

  Devlin helps me to my feet and I fall against him, resting against his heaving chest and thumping pulse.

  He encapsulates me with his arms.

  “I’m not out to just hit it and quit it,” he explains, placing a kiss on my head. “I have never met a woman as caring and wise and as beautiful as you.”

  I look into his eyes.

  “Then there is no rush,” I remind him. “Good things come to those who wait. You agreed to my thirty-day trial period.”

  He punctuates his compliance by drawing in a long breath.

  I step out of his embrace and fix my clothing. He tucks and straightens his clothing as well.

  “If that’s what it takes, then I’ll wait,” he exhales with a shake of his head.

  I gather my emotions and willpower before exiting.

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