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- Index
- Giovanni Guareschi [Don Camillo 01] The Little World of Don Camillo (pdf)
- Christine Young [Highland 01] Highland Honor (pdf)
- Angela Verdenius [Heart & Soul 16] Soul of a Guardian (pdf)
- Chalker Jack L W Świecie Studni 5 Zmierzch przy Studni Dusz (pdf)
- Dahlia Rose, Brenda Steele, Regina Paul, Dorian Wallace Mating Season (anth.) (pdf)
- Cooper McKenzie [Menage Amour 161 Club Esotera 03] Minding Mistress (pdf)
- Dena Garson [Emerald Isle Fantasies 03] Ghostly Persuasion [EC Twilight] (pdf)
- 33 1 3 087 Serge Gainsbourg's Histoire de Melody Nelson Darran Anderson (pdf)
- Alan Burt Akers [Dray Prescot 07] Arena of Antares (pdf)
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pretenses, cared for her child when they had no business doing such, she d be furious.
Instead he d been understanding. Sweet, even. Something she wouldn t have thought
him capable of just a week earlier.
And then he d kissed her.
Her body zinged with a shiver of longing at the memory. My God, she thought,
could the man ever kiss. But realizing all the things she d missed out on in her life--the
touch of a man that made her body sing--wasn t going to do her any good.
After pulling on the oversized t-shirt and flannel shorts she usually slept in, she went
to the bathroom to wash her face. Jacob made it clear he regretted kissing her. She stared
at her reflection in the mirror over the sink and tears rushed to her eyes. No wonder, she
thought as a deep emptiness opened inside her. Just look at yourself. What the hell would
someone who looked like a Greek god, who had more money than Midas, ever see in a
fat, frumpy, almost middle-aged nobody? No wonder he d been pissed off.
Mary scrubbed her face and patted it dry. He d been angry with himself for kissing
her. When he realized what he d been doing, he d stopped so fast she may as well have
been a burning coal.
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She climbed into bed and shut off the bedside light. Tears burned the back of her
eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Jacob Stone obviously needed a woman. And Mary
O Toole wasn t exactly his type.
Hunkering down under the cover she squeezed her eyes shut. She knew she wasn t
the type to instill lust into anyone. Not her stupid ex-husband, and certainly not one of
America s sexiest bachelors.
Jacob paced his bedroom like a caged panther. Fury bubbled through him and he
thought he might break out and roar with frustration at any second. Not even the view of
New York s sparkling skyline could calm him tonight. His cock throbbed with unrequited
lust. His head pounded, her words echoing in his ears.
I know I m not the type of woman to provoke lust from a man.
My God, he thought as he spiked his fingers through his hair, how could she ever
think such a thing? Never in all his years had he been so provoked. So damned turned on.
So fucking needy for a woman s touch, her taste, her scent.
He had half a mind to barge into her room and prove to her how much he lusted after
her.
No, he thought as he threw himself onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He
couldn t. He wanted to, almost needed to, but he was the one who d put a stop to the kiss.
He knew, in his head, he d made the right decision. Together they could work past the
kiss and remain professional. For Angel s sake, if nothing else. If they d gone farther, if
he d taken her the way he d wanted to, there d be no turning back. Mary was too
important to his daughter for him to go and mess it all up because he hadn t been with a
woman for ages.
His body warred with his head. Mary wasn t just some woman. She was& Mary.
After a brief thought of calling one of his usual standbys for a quick tumble, just to
take the edge off, he felt almost ill. He didn t want a quick tumble with one of the few
society women he normally spent time with. Sweet, warm Mary was what he wanted. Not
some plastic, cold woman who cared more about the gift he d leave in the morning than
the fact he needed someone to hold.
Jacob scrubbed his hand over his face. Such a damned fool. He should have never
touched Mary. Now he was supposed to keep his hands off her after he d tasted her?
After he d felt all her soft curves and heard her sweet little moan when he kissed her?
Now that he had visions of her in his bed, sighing his name as he took her, delved deep
within her and lost himself?
Hell, he muttered as he kicked off his shoes and headed for the bathroom. Why
couldn t he have met her under different circumstances? He turned the knob on the
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shower and stripped out of his clothes, dropping them to the floor. If she didn t work for
him, if he didn t have such a strict policy of not ever getting involved with an employee,
everything would be different.
He stepped into the hot stinging spray and prayed for his sanity to return. He
couldn t have Mary. That was that. He couldn t risk losing her as Angel s nanny.
Couldn t take the chance that if they got involved, something would go wrong and she d
leave. He needed her there for his daughter.
Yeah. Right.
Truth be told, he realized as he leaned against the shower wall and slowly soaped
himself, he didn t want to mess things up with her because she might leave him. He
needed her. Even if he couldn t physically have her. No one had ever done as much for
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