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The
store was warm and clean. He shivered again and pulled the
door closed behind him. Shelves were stocked full and he
could hear muffled laughter toward the back. Pete removed
his gloves while he walked and when he turned a corner he
stopped at the sight of a large man hovering over a woman
whispering into her ear.
Her
laughter, deep and husky sent spirals of longing through
him. And he knew who it was. Only one woman’s laugh had the
ability to make him able to split wood with his cock. Sidra
Bonnaire. And it didn’t matter how long it had been, his
shaft knew it for it pressed hard against his jeans. Her
head was tucked with the other man’s and unexplained
jealousy washed over him. Shoving his gloves in his pocket
he cleared his throat and crossed his arms. The couple
sprang apart and looked at him. Pete could only stare.
Sidra
Bonnaire. The years had been amazing to her. Her cocoa skin
shone with health, those slightly tilted eyes of raw umber
stared at him from behind thick black lashes. The coal black
wavy hair cascading around her oval face called to his
fingers to sink into it. Her full lips which could do, and
had done, wicked and unspeakable things to his cock were
parted with surprise. She wore a pale brick man’s sweatshirt
and tight blue jeans which only highlighted her curves off
to him.
“Pete,” she said in disbelief.
“Do
you know him, Sidra?” the man beside her asked, placing his
hand on her arm in a postulating action.
Pete
growled low in his throat and lifted a shoulder briefly.
To hell with it. Striding over to her, he jerked her
away from the man touching her and pulled her flush to his
chest. Delving one hand into her hair, he lowered his mouth
to hers and kissed her. He thrust his tongue deep into her
mouth, groaning in the back of his throat when his senses
were swamped by her addicting taste. Damn I had forgotten
just how completely intoxicating she was. He plundered,
sweeping deep until she sagged into him. Then he ended it,
reluctantly for every inch of his body was ready to strip
her naked and sink deep where he belonged. Within her.
“Well, hell, I’ve missed you baby,” he drawled.
Her
eyes were wide and he felt another flash of lust when her
tongue snuck out and skimmed her lips.
“Who
the hell are you?” the since forgotten man demanded.
Pete
turned his head and stared at him. Hauling Sidra back up
against him when she made to walk off, he let his fingers
caress her ass claiming her. “I’m Pete Kysenzki, her
husband.”
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