Copyright © 2009 Elise Logan
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An animalistic growl rose from his throat as he palmed her breasts. His calloused hands rotated over her nipples, creating delicious friction. “I think you knew just what I wanted. Do you think I didn’t notice that you’re not wearing a bra today? You took that suit jacket off to tease me with these tits.”
“No, I….” Carrie’s head swam with pleasure. She squirmed mindlessly against the hard wood of his desk. God, she loved his hands. Big, strong hands. Warm and a little rough with long, talented fingers.
Adam’s gaze met hers, and her breathing stuttered. “I told you not to move.”