“The adrenaline rush of nearly being killed, followed by the perfection of finally making Liberty Jones his, had left him restless and unsettled. Standing before the French doors that led to the balcony outside his bedroom, he used his phone to briefly scan the major news outlets. What he saw was less than reassuring. He was a trending topic and so was his mysterious redhead. Libby wasn’t safe out there. She sighed in her sleep and rolled over onto her stomach, the covers slipping down t...o reveal the supple skin of her gorgeous behind, the deep indention of her waist and the swell of one hip. He wanted her again, desperately. His body ached with the need for her, but they had other things they needed to focus on first. Stepping back into the room, he placed his phone on the dresser and strode toward the bed. Sitting down next to her, he tugged the covers back Sleeping in wasn’t a luxury they could afford, no matter how appealing it was.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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