It's been another pisser of a day. Megan glared at him, hating the way her body was heating and hummingwith awareness pressed to his. He looked like the sort whothought self-flagellation was an acceptable penance for farting inchurch. Mitch frowned at him, wondering just howcareless the remark had been.
We both should have known better. Work should have been her only focus all along. She grabbed the old velour robePaul had discarded. Just as slowly he pulled the halves of her shirt together over hersmall, plump breasts and held them there.
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