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He was the kind of trouble she steered clear of. But damn,
trouble never looked so good. He was sin and she wanted to taste.
She was an inferno he couldn't douse, a tornado he couldn't
outrun.
"You didn't let me finish." Sensual assertiveness
steamed from his pores, encapsulating her in a masculine sauna of intense
promise as his low growl pulsed in her ear. "I wasn't expecting such an
incredible woman to want such an imperfect man."
He was the kind of trouble she steered clear of. But damn,
trouble never looked so good. He was sin and she wanted to taste.
He commanded her like she was his guitar, his instrument of
passion. And he knew precisely when and how to pluck each string and strum each
chord to make her body sing along in perfect harmony.
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