Tempting Fate With The Tycoon

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randa, with shaky hands, re

nd a bit dizzy from the alcoho

sought assistance, s

soft, stirring

d offered, "Le

as tender

tated as his palm cover

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nd ring on her left middle finger. With a

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replied with an i

ith Maggie, why should she ho

His breath, once scorching, now chilled as he issued a warning. "You've got a fiancé. Don

ou give it a shot?" Miranda aske

f asking, "Can't

ion, it seemed alright for th

timate encounters with anyone

ead to com

her fingers deftly pulling at it whi

e was und

nd. He lifted her and gent

s were fiery ye

he was somewhat anxious. She gripped his c

sured her with a deep, husky tone, "

things spirale

nlight drifting through the window, casting

er clean up. A glimpse of red on the sheet

elationships with women who ha

ing caught up i

roken his own rules,

arette, his gaze lingering on the w

eyes. Clad in a dress that accentuated h

exactly

n didn't seem like

lowing

d throbbing. Memories of the previous night, includ

sex with a stra

trusted her phy

night, yet the man was nowhere to be seen. He had

ms by the bedside: new clothes, underwear, a chec