Chapter Thirteen
Ransom
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THE BLUSH ON her cheeks was priceless, making me want her even more. I couldn’t have been stiffer if I were a corpse.
Down, boy.
“Would you just stop,” she laughed nervously.
“Now what fun would that be?” I asked, my eyes traveling to her tank top, which hugged her round breasts in a way that was making my mouth water. I found myself wondering if the rosy color of Tiffany’s cheeks matched her n*****s, and was immediately sprung.
“Excuse me, my eyes are up here,” she said, looking at me in disbelief. “I just can’t believe you.”
I reached over, and brushed a strand of blond hair from her lip. “Sorry, I was distracted for a second. Anyway, admit it. You like it when I check you out.”
Her jaw dropped. “You are so arrogant.”
“I have to hold on to somet
