“You’re the most wonderful woman,” he said in his deep voice. His eyes were misty, unfocused yet filled with that dark, rich, kindness that lay beneath all his bullshit and arrogance.
“And you, Randolph, are a sexy man. One day I’ll hate myself for this.”
“But not today, not tonight?”
“No, not tonight, you bastard.”
Chapter 14He held her hand as they stood on the promenade deck. The sea was smooth, inky black reflecting the light of the full moon. Still she buzzed with the joy of their lovemaking. The heat and essence of him was still in the hot core of her s****l being. He was gorgeous and made her feel beautiful and desired. She’d always suspected that one day she’d sell her soul for the right man. So far she’d just rolled over and given it away; to the wrong man.
“Where are we?”
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