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I’d talked to him for less than two minutes, seen hi?

To hell with it--he could spurnabout his to stroke, picturing his broad shoulders, his square jawline, his olden eyes

Even in the water, I could tell how slickthem When I reachedwith need, I began to rub the bud in slow circles My lids slid shut, and ainst the sides of the tub Withone of my trusty vibrators fro downexpression, and realized BOB could sit this one out

Though I’d never had a guy go down on me, I could all but see the Russian’s dark head between an to lick Another stroke had ainst ued e

In this fantasy, ainst his greedy tongue

As ather in on itself, like a star about to explode I rubbed my palm over my taut niles, another shot of stimulation So close, only a couple more strokesI cracked openin the throes Corner of ht I saw the Russian

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Broad chest heaving as he gnashed his teeth

Muscles tensed as if he was about to fall upon h the haze Surelythis? Was I that drunk? I was right at the razor’s edge of coinary gaze, iveflick

He exhaled sharply, big hands opening and closing His expression said that he was about to seize my body and eat istered that he was actually standing in the doorway of my bathroo ona breath to scream, but he cut h, his brows drawn tight "We need to talk" With a vile curse in Russian, he strode off

Cover ht-stalker-serial-killers didn’t say shit like that!

I was so confounded, I couldn’t e a scream My mouth moved, but no words ca for a towel, and secured it around me Even in the midst of this turmoil, I hissed in a breath as the terry cloth rubbedaround for a weapon, I plucked off the cover of the toilet tank, hefting it over my shoulder in a batter’s pose From the safety of the bathroo in my house But you need to leave now Or I’ll call the cops!"

"I was sent here by your father," he replied from my bedroo his Russian accent--and the tiical father Still I said, "My dad died six years ago"