Chapter Twelve

Allan ran his hand from her knee to her hip, kneading her flesh and pulling her closer to him. He knew he was dreaming, but for a fantasy she felt and tasted so real, so perfect and delicious.

“Mr. Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair.”

The voice wasn’t Riana calling out in ecstasy. It kept getting higher and hig...

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