gers pinching the corner of the dirty bil

rmured. "My appearance

on his face. He was even better looking

pposite him, crossing her legs. She lean

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ared at her.

od guy." Harper pulled her ph

r. Her face was

harp scent of cheap tequila, she smelled

r gaze, his dark eyes searching

fluttering. She looked at his mo

bobbed. A muscle

k. She reached for the crystal d

the edge of the

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nds shot out.

is lap. She straddled his legs, her hands flyi

ck a few inches with a s

was pressed against his. She could feel the heat

ds surged fo

his voice rough. He didn't look

. Your legs... they're actually really solid." She squeezed his thigh muscle. It was fir

rip on her waist tightened, his fingers d

e was a low growl, d

ambient lighting in the box vanished, replac

or below, sc

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oomed over

ed in his eyes for the first time. He looked a

venues past 9:00 PM. If he was booked tonight, the DOJ would r

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