And breasts. A derriere man could grab onto. And dunes of ruby red hair botched around her shoulders, lowered to her love handles. She moved into view, away from the French doors as he leaned back calmly into his chair. The look on her face told him that she knew oh so very well what was going to happen – that this was no ordinary business gathering. His eyes drifted down to her blue dress clutched to a succulent coke bottle figure. She was definitely a lusty, full-figured woman – everything he dreamed of.
Her big, bright eyes were sultry and eccentric, an amazing mixture of jade green, blue and gold. He thought they looked like shimmering gemstones. They were gorgeous, in their own right. Her slightly parted lips were so full and red; it looked like she’d been kissed. A lot.
Maybe she had?
With that thought, his hands clenched into fists and his fangs threatened to lengthen. Moving like a raiding serpent, he seized her and pulled her against him, so intimidating, he bet, she felt each and every millimetre of his resilient body. Frantic, she wriggled against him, and he gasped unexpectedly. She stilled immediately, startled by the physical evidence of his response to her.
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