Page 17 of Tempting Irish

And it scares the shit out ofme.

The women I fuck never have any illusions that what I offer is more than just instant gratification. One night. Anything more only brings confusion and the potential of emotions gettinginvolved.

ButBree…

Her tongue darts out across her bottom lip, and when I lean closer, so that I can feel her breath on my lips, she lets out a rippling sigh. “Please.”

“Do ye know what ye’re asking,sweetheart?”

She gives a small nod, but I see the hesitation init.

I cup the back of her head, tangling my fingers in the silken strands, like I’ve been imagining doing since I first saw her in thelobby.

“I don’t do tomorrows.” My voice is a harsh rasp, intended to make her understand what I’moffering.

“Neither do I. But I’ll taketonight.”

And with those words, I know there’s no turningback.

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