Tracy March

She smoothed her fingertips down his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands. “I’m not sure it can get any better.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh, darlin’,” he said, sliding his finger beneath one of the straps of her sundress and guiding it off of her shoulder. “I promise you it can.” He kissed the spot where the strap had been and drew his fingers up her thighs with a light, feathery touch. “And I’m a man who keeps his promises.

She smoothed her fingertips down his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands. “I’m not sure it can get any better.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh, darlin’,” he said, sliding his finger beneath one of the straps of her sundress and guiding it off of her shoulder. “I promise you it can.” He kissed the spot where the strap had been and drew his fingers up her thighs with a light, feathery touch. “And I’m a man who keeps his promises.

– Tracy March –

Should’ve Said No

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