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DISCLAIMER: Sequel to Sex Is Just A Word - similarly please don't read if you're not comfortable with course language and sexual references because there's a shit load more in this than the first book! Also; beware of major grammatical errors as this is the UNEDITED version. Ps. Don't be a shit stain if the book isn't your cup of tea, kindly make you're presence scarse. Pp.s. Grammar Nazi's can just bite me t(-_-t) Read on at your own risk. I felt his hand glide up my thigh and a moan escaped me. "Don't you think we should take this to our room Mr-hah!" Pushing my bikini bottom to the side, Aaron rubbed his large thumb up and down my slick entrance teasingly. I felt slightly self conscious but I was unable to do anything in protest. Aaron's torturous titillation forced me into submission...a pleasurable surrender. "I'm good right here sweetheart..." He began to suckle slightly harder as he pressed his thumb against my burning folds a little rougher. He could most likely feel my sex's violent throbbing and my arousal through the heat radiating from my core. ... And they lived happily ever after....well for all of thirty seconds. Mr Quinn has a past that Charlie is clueless to and that past comes in the shape and size of Arial Rose Mare...O oh Mr Arrogant, what will you do when Mrs Quinn meets almost Mrs Quinn? © All Rights Reserved by Cynthia.S.R Be original, keep it real!
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