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Smith nearly offered a bet on who Kyra would take an interest in, perhaps who she ht concluded It had happened before Sh e adventures with Brock The last wo Smith to shut her dohen she showed up at his office The only thing that resulted frory woive them

Even the woe relationships ended up more interested in where he took them for dinner The social circuit in Balti other than one-night stands

After consideration, he dis too emotional crossed a line neither his-attached sex, but he wasn’t a coldhearted bastard “Interesting bet Indeed”

Brock ran a hand through his sandy-colored messily styled hair, which amused Sm

ith No matter if they were surrounded by ht football, his hair always remained disheveled “Christ, she’ll reap the rewards anyway”

From what Smith heard out in the hallway, Kyra was nearly at his office, her high heels clicking along the reed “Well, except one of us, which will be you”

“Dream on” Brock juainst the floor drew closer “You in?”

Smith nodded “Double it up”

The clicks of Kyra’s heels sounded right outside the door One second passed of silence—far longer than he expected He wondered if she searched for bravery When she finally entered through the opened door, the sight of her stunned him, and his entire body came to life

His cock hardened to steel, causing hiroan as raw primal need tensed his muscles He experienced a pull to her that shocked the wind right out of his lungs—it was more than lust; it was raw chemistry Kyra was beautiful

Standing at the doorway, she offered a sweet sreen eyes were a stunning light color he’d never seen before Her long black hair would drape beautifully over his thighs when her puffy lips pleasured him

“Hello, Kyra,” he murmured

She strode into the office with a confidence he favored in woaze fixated directly on hilossy pink lips “Sht “Brock”

“Pleasure tothe corners of his h e-mails and texts”

Her laughter was as lovely as the women ned it “Yes, exactly”