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He doubted anyone but an android froot up, circled the desk and stopped directly behind Claire’s high-back office chair The screen showed a ibberish Her shoulders tensed, but she didn’t turn to look at him He leaned down

“That may be true, but I

’ anywhere” He twirled a strand of auburn hair, which had escaped froet the son of a bitch who hurt you”

She grasped his hair-wrapped finger He expected her to pull her hair away, but she didn’t

“Is that the only reason you’re staying?”

Her breathy question hten “It should be” His concrete dick clearly didn’t agree “But right now it’s not”

He brushed his lips against the spot below her earlobe She ses and crisp snowfall at the same time, a sensual contradiction much like the woman herself He meant to stop there, but couldn’t He sucked on her earlobe, then nibbled down her neck and strung kisses across her shoulders

“Jake,” Claire half moaned, half whispered as she stood up and turned to face him

Their ether His hands traveled up the outside of her shs and lifted her dress He caressed her ass before he lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist His hands on her butt locked her against his straining cock She fit against hi he’d ever experienced

“Clarabell Anne Layton, you should count yourself lucky I’m not that so-called Voice of Doo frisky”

The shrill voice shocked his hands still

Jake’s head shot up A tall, ine-red hair stood in the doorith her hands on her hips Bedazzled bull horns decorated her white T-shirt right above the words: Don’t mess with Texas…or me

“I could’ve shot you dead before you’d even gotten your lips off that man” She pressed her hand to her heart in a melodramatic fashion “I failed as a mother My child has no survival instinct” She lowered her neon-yellow sunglasses to the upturned end of her nose Her hostile gaze burned a hole through Jake “And as for you, Mr Hands-On-My-Baby’s-Behind, you’d better put hter down Now”

He did as told

“Hi, Moreat time from Texas”