The Ruthless Billionaire's Perfect Human Cure

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own bar. The taste of whiskey on a stranger's tongue, the searing heat of his hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush agains

etched across a broad chest, and worn jeans hugged his powerful legs. His sharp blue eyes locked onto hers, a s

g her professional mask into place, though her heart h

. She stood up, her chair scraping against the floor, and pulled on a pair of disposable latex gloves with a sharp snap

ure heat igniting in those blue

eafening silence of the room. The zipper slid down with a slow rasp that made Kaleigh's mouth go entirely dr

f dark, tight boxer briefs, there was no hiding the heavy, thick outline of his arousal, resting just inches from where her hands needed to be. Hi

ed, his voice a velvety purr as she was forced to step

back to tangled sheets, the frantic, relentless rhythm of his hips, and the way he had completely own

a faint, haunting trace of tobacco. It was the smell from her memory, making her dizzy al

eath hitched. A low, guttural groan vibrated deep in his chest. It wa

is gaze dropping to her lips before meeti

e could feel the formidable heat radiating from his groin, the muscle jumping beneath her fingertips. He w

rumbled. She snatched her hand back

h. She took a huge step back, putting much-needed distance between them. "Nothi

bbling on the prescription pad, her eyes f

is jeans back on and adjusted them. Then, the soft tread of hi

e tapped a finger on the desk's surface. Ta

she lo

de of her, caging her in. His shadow fell over her

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king for her? Why? A wave of nausea, mixed

her hand shaking. "Your prescription.

tock business card and placed it on top of the prescription.

"I'm hoping we can be more

ong moment, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, he

her chair, gasping for air. Her heart felt lik

this dangerous, unsettling man. Wha