A crap load of benadryl and Georgia don't mix, but it makes things amusing for Kline, "I glanced at his crotch. “Oh, I had no idea we were already headed in that direction. I guess this date went pretty good, huh? We’re headed for naked time. That’s gotta be a good thing.” My hand stroked his thigh, savoring the feel of muscles sheathed by soft material. “I bet you’re eff-hot naked.” There were times Kline just didn't want to let his woman go, “eff the flight. Eff the meeting. Stay here and eff my brains out.” I loved this book, it was so funny.
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