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" Usually, when he came in these dreams he woke up still thrusting into ruined sheets, his face pressed into a pillow.
This time, he was most assuredly still balls deep inside Delilah McGavin, his face pressed into the mass of silken black hair now that they’d fallen to their sides on a bed far too nice to be his. Like him, she was gasping, trying to catch her breath. She was also bonelessly limp, her sweat slick body slathered over his, their legs tangled, their sexes still throbbing against each other, fitted together like a lock and a key. "
― Dee Tenorio , 10 Ways To Steal Your Lover (Love by Numbers, #1)
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" Hey, Rhubarb, we may need to rethink our approach.”
“No, we don’t.”
“I’ve only got one hand here, kiddo. Maybe if I grab the middle-”
“If you grab the middle, it’ll be the last thing that hand ever does!”
He pondered that as if it explained something. “So I’m guessing then you don’t get a lot of company down here.”
“Bobby, so help me, I will rip your arm off and beat you with it, do you hear me?”
“Okay, geez. Let me just get a look—” He picked her skirt up and pulled it over his head.
“Bobby!” She was actually too mortified to even scream so it came out like a squeak from a dying rat.
“Dammit, there’s no light under here, can’t see a thing.”
Thank God for small blessings. “Get out of there!”
“Tell you what, how about you use your spare hand and I use mine on either side of your hips and we yank together. "
― Dee Tenorio , A Wedding Story
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" Delilah cried out, lifting her head. The only truth that mattered right now was how much she needed him. Powerful thighs flexed against her own as he began to move. He reached for her, pulling her up, against his chest, his hands clasping her breasts, mouth open on the back of her neck. He drew hard, pumping up into her relentlessly, meeting her rocking motion back to him. Her head fell back on his shoulder, her own hands latching over his. Their fingers wove together, their bodies moving as if they’d been lovers for years.
As if they’d been made for each other. "
― Dee Tenorio , 10 Ways To Steal Your Lover (Love by Numbers, #1)
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" He finally moved, walking those few feet between them. Without hesitation, his hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hand slid up his arm all by itself, grasping the hard muscles there. The warmth that seemed a natural part of him spread into her. Smoothly, his mouth found hers, gently grazing her lips before settling more firmly. She moaned as he tasted her, coaxing her to open for him. When she did, her eyelids fluttered shut and the whole world utterly disappeared. "
― Dee Tenorio , 10 Ways To Steal Your Lover (Love by Numbers, #1)
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" For all intents and purposes, we’ll pretend this is a date. We’re going out to dinner and I suppose the place has a dance floor.” He gestured to the bare bit of carpet next to the front door, where she already stood. “Will we have fake names too?”
It was hard not to be amused when her eyes danced with the reflection of the candlelight. Oh, hell, they might as well have fun with it. It might help. “Sure, you can be Gwenivere and I can be—”“Harry.”
He scrunched an eye at her. “Why do I have to be a Harry?” The brat feigned an innocent look. “I happen to like the name Harry.”
“Fine, your name is Belulah.”
She gaped at him. “That sounds like a cow!”
“Good. Now, Belulah, shall we? "
― Dee Tenorio , Betting Hearts (Rancho Del Cielo, #1)
