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Lyle’s c**k was throbbing so hard he was sure he was going to come all over Isabelle’s hand. She was so utterly sexy standing there before him, stark naked in the light of dawn, which was now taking on a delicate pink shade that made her skin glow.
“Yeah, I do actually. Back in my guesthouse.”
“Crap. Should we streak over there?”
He laughed painfully as she stroked him lightly. “Nah. I’ll wait until we have clothes on.”
“We could put on our clothes and make a run for it.”
“Sweetheart, I’m good. I just want to be here with you. I don’t need to come. I’ll get my chance.”
“Just one chance?” Her circling hand had such a light, fresh touch. The curve of her lips was pure temptation. “That’s not very optimistic. I hope it’s not the Last Chance.”
“Funny.” He gritted his teeth against t
