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Morning After “That’s a turn on.” She froze. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman biting on a strawberry.” She looked at him, wide eyed. The dimples were in full force. So were her nerves. This was new to her. It wasn’t everyday she had breakfast with a client. Least not in her client’s shirt. And nothing else. “You have two options Alexis,” she told herself. “Act nonchalant. Act like an idiot.” She chose option A. Rather, she tried to. She hadn’t counted on her nerves. She moved to cut the perfect omelette Sonny had prepared her. The one that contained all her favorite ingredients. Her heart leapt to her throat in acknowledgment that he had taken pains to please her with something so simple as her favorite breakfast. As she tried to cut the fluffy creation on her plate, her trembling fingers betrayed her and she winced slightly as blade met flesh. “Alexis?” He moved to grab her hand. “I’m fine.” She tried to snatch her hand away. He wasn’t buying. “Right. And where’s that bridge in Brooklyn you want to sell me?” His hand caught hers. Moving it in for closer inspection he winced for her and stifled a grimace. “You’re bleeding.” She shrugged, trying to appear indifferent and ignore the beating of her heart. But dimly she wondered, was her heart beating from the pain, or from Sonny? And some part of her addled brain knew at least some semblance of the truth. “Sonny.” And then he lowered his mouth to the small wound she had inflicted upon herself. His lips met her flesh and she closed her eyes against the blinding memories from the night before. So much. Flesh upon flesh. Skin upon skin. Bodies upon bodies. It was too much. He kissed her. Her skin. Her wound. And not just with his lips. His tongue. Oh God. She was lost. “Sonny.” He felt her pulse leap against his skin. He moaned. “God.” The way she reacted to him. It was primal. Made him feral. He tried to remind himself. Her wound. But then he felt her move against him and he was lost. There was only her. Her body. Her skin. Her. “Alexis.” Read the sequel -- The Ties That Bind
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