spun round grip. smelled good, touch soft unhooked buttons tunic. Push — Jessica O’Toole, Price Sanctuary

Jessica O'Toole The Price of Sanctuary

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He spun round under her grip. She smelled so good, her touch so soft as she unhooked the buttons on his tunic. Pushing the shirt apart she frowned, her hands running over the thin scars through his tattoos. ‘And you belong to him, too.

Jessica O'Toole, The Price of Sanctuary

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