Vivid green eyes peered down at her, and she heard the most beautiful mulatto man she'd ever seen say, "And some things are worth a little pain."
Who is he, and what is he talking about? The man held her attention, and not just because of his mischievous smile, which widened the more he stared but because he made her want to do things-dirty things, like press her lips to his, lick her way along his cocoa skin, and nibble him.
Good God, what is wrong with me? It seemed her topsy-turvy turmoil hadn't ended. Along with this thought came the remembrance that the last thing she recalled, someone had accosted her in an alley as she attempted to escape Gavin.
Alarm made her eyes widen, and she scrambled to escape the lap she sat cuddled on.
"Easy, sweet cheeks. You're in good hands."
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