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Fighting Dirty Lori Foster 18770K 2023-09-01

Armie didn’t look away froed down the zipper, then slipped her hands into the jeans along her hips and slowly pushed down the tight material until she could step free

His nostrils flared

She dropped the jeans over a chair, pulled back the comforter on his bed and, full of uncertainty, slipped beneath the covers To make room for Armie, she scooted over to the middle, looked at hi at her, "I ht the coaze surveyed every inch of her, leaving her singed "I don’t want to hurt you"

"You won’t" He’d been prepared to die for her She trusted hiroan tore fro her close, one hand in her hair, the other low on her back, alled, his hairy and ainst her cheek, and the heavy bu of his heartbeat

"Arood and felt so nice, she didn’tclose with him But as the time slipped by, she started to wonder if he’d fallen asleep The bedside lamp was on and the co back from his hold, she tipped up her face and found his eyes closed, his brows lightly pinched

She scooted upward to kiss the injury to his head, and that’s when she saw the restraint hanging loosely from his headboard She couldn’t quite look away from it, either, now that she’d spotted it

"Arh cheekbones "H possu"

"On what?"

His hand slid farther down, over one cheek of her behind He stroked with his thumb, fondled, then returned to the s , sensual caress, it took her a second to regain her voice "Oh" She cleared her throat "Can we talk about this tie hanging fro "We could talk about you losing this shirt"

That low, rough voice enticed as estion "Oh, Armie," she whispered "If you weren’t drunk, I would"

"If I wasn’t drunk, I wouldn’t ask"

Probably true She sighed

As if to convince her, he said, "I’h alainst her "Like a swords the smile at bay "I understood the reference"

The hand on her back began toying with her shirt "Want me to show you?"

"I want you to explain the restraint"

His eyes went heavy, sensual "I use them to tie up frisky ladies so I can do as I please--and they love it"

"Is that one of the things wo at Armie’s mercy--she wouldn’tabout it

"Yeah" He drew her down for a kiss "They beg for it"

Merissa avoided his e of his nose "The woht, that’s what she likes?"

"She likes her bottom hot" Armie turned his head and nuzzled into her neck "But I shouldn’t be telling you that"

On the contrary, she found it fascinating "So youspank her?"

"Yeah" He lightly bit her shoulder, then stilled "You into that?"

Merissa gave an eain "Good I would never want to hurt you Not in any way"

Touched by that confession, Merissa hugged his head to her breasts The way he’d said that though, not in any way, had her thoughts churning