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It immediately swung
open and Torrye found herself looking at a marbled
chest. Niall wore nothing but a pair of jeans and they
weren’t buttoned just zipped. His tanned chest was
covered in a moderate amount of dark springy curls.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him.
“Come on in,” he
offered.
Forcing her attention
away from the beautiful torso in front of her.
Torrye entered and shut the door behind her. “I’ll take
back my article of clothing, if you please.”
He chuckled as she
stuck out her hand. It’s not going to be that simple,
sweetheart. “Oh, no. it’s not going to be that short
a visit.”
“I don’t have time
for this,” she snapped.
Blue eyes narrowed.
“Why are you running from me? Do you have a date?”
“That isn’t any of
your business.” She swallowed as he encroached closer,
his masculine scent wafting around her, making her
lightheaded.
The smile was
dangerous as he stopped before her. For a moment, his
gaze raked boldly over her from before landing back on
her face. Quick as a snake, Niall pinned her up against
the door, one jean-covered leg shoving up her skirt as
it wedged between her legs. His arms settled on either
side of her head.
Torrye whimpered as
she felt the moisture began to leak onto her inner
thigh. Out of habit, she licked her lips and trembled at
the look that seemed to burn in his eyes.
One hand left the
door and touched her cheek. The simple touch of his hand
sent shivers throughout her entire being. Reaching
around to the bun, Niall began to remove the pins that
kept her look so severe.
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