Mistaking The Ruthless CEO For An Escort

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shot out, his fingers clamping around Ava's w

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ering through the dim light fi

ap black dress stained with alcoh

so hard his tee

another one of Jarett's misguided attempts to "humanize" him, just like the disastrous

in burned him. He turned toward the wall panel, his hand reaching fo

holding her up, A

itting the floor in a heap. A soft

n's ears and acted like a m

and lust straight to his groin. His hand froze an inch from the secur

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breathless laugh. The sh

ep toward her. He towered over her, his massive

, damp fingers gripped her

ommanded, his voice a

haze of tequila, she saw a face carved from marble. Sharp jaw

etely. The lounge staff are re

he lifted her hand and poked his cheek w

. The last thread of his leg

t see a corporate spy anymore. He saw a

and hauled her to her fe

round. She lost her balance entir

adiating heat of his bare skin. Garrison felt her curves

king with the effort it took not to devour her

d completely shut down her survival instinc

eline. "I'm so hot," she complained, her face burying into the c

rushed against

it. The d

inst the wall. The impact kno

what was happening, his m

ss. It was a h

t, and pure, unfiltered male aggression. His lips were puni

him away. But the drug-fueled intensity of his kiss was overwh

wept her up into his arms, carryin

he center of the ma

s the white pillows. She looked up at him, her chest heaving, h

. He reached down and ripped away the

his massive frame cag

the window, completely oblivious to the disastr