There was no logic to pulling away from a kiss and putting myself flat on the bed. What I said out loud was, It's not just the sex I miss, Richard. He faced me, putting one knee up to prop himself against the center panel. Jean-Claude gazed out at the audience with fresh crimson lipstick smeared across his entire lower jaw.
Would it be so bad if he could help Evans make more money? No. I just shook my head and went for the door. His brown eyes were still lovely behind his glasses, and there was still healing bite marks on his neck. She wouldn't do that for strangers.
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