stood at the edge of her bed and stared down at her. He had to clench his hands
at his side to keep himself steady.
she was beautiful. She was more than beautiful. She was a goddess. She was
something no one had created a word for yet. Because no other such creature had
the blanket, Stella Jo.” His gravelly voice filled the small room.
nodded, licked her lips, and slid the white comforter down. His eyes narrowed
when he saw that she’d left her bra and underwear on.
naked, cowgirl. But you know that, don’t you?”
She paused to take a deep breath. “I thought I had more time.”
the rope and riding crop on the bedside table, Van crossed his arms. “You have
all the time in the world. Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
eyes widened, meeting his with an ‘are you serious’ stare. He nodded once at her unspoken question.
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stood on shaking legs, and he resisted the urge to let her off the hook. She
was nervous. She should be. He was going to do things to her that would wreck
her—things she wouldn’t be able to forget for as long as she lived.
make damn sure of it.
Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult and Contemporary Romance novels featuring southern girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com.
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