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Tucker’s balls
ached as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom staring at beauty at its most
divine. Hope was his ex, which should mean something, but at the moment, he
couldn’t think clearly.
She was spread
across his bed, her long blonde hair spread over the pillow. Her flushed cheeks
made her eyes appear darker. Her pouty lips were kissable pink. Her nipples
were puffy and erect. Her knees were bent and her hands splayed across her
stomach.
He was in
trouble and he didn’t give a damn.
He teetered on a
high wire and he had a decision to make. If he followed his utmost desire, walked
across the room and climbed in bed with her, he’d have to face the consequences
of tomorrow. Was he prepared to face the harsh morning light?
On the other
hand, he could turn and walk away. After all, she’d walked away from
everything. He could turn the table and prove to himself, and to her, that he
was over her enough to deny life’s greatest pleasure.
But he wasn’t
over her, and he certainly couldn’t come up with one good reason what walking
away would prove. Sure, he’d get some gratification knowing he’d spurred her as
she’d done him—but he’d never been a spiteful person. He certainly had no
desire, even in the darkest places of his heart, to hurt Hope. He had a feeling
if he followed through, he’d be the only one who’d be burned.
And he was willing
to face the devil to touch her one more time.
To feel her body
next to his, against his.
What they’d
shared earlier wasn’t enough and had only left him deeper in insanity’s grip.
Putting all
thought and concern to the back of his mind, he stepped across the room toward
the bed and the beauty that beckoned him like a treasure.
When he reached
the edge of the mattress, she lifted up on knees, her breasts firm and her nipples
were as hard and red as cherries.
“My God, Hope.” His
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