On the second day of WICKED LITTLE SECRETS, my true love gave to me . . .
Two Heaving Bosoms!
She tilted her head and studied him. “Are you very
dangerous, Dashiell?” she whispered.
“Extremely.” He flashed a reckless grin. “I wouldn’t play
with me.”
Yet she did play with him, tease him, taunt him, whether she
realized it or not. For her robe gaped, giving him an enticing eyeful of her
generous breasts through her sheer muslin nightdress.
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