Monday, May 1, 2017

Called Out by Jen Doyle

Jack sometimes feels the need to point out the obvious, “that’s your waist,” he answered, his smile widening as his hands went down farther. “ That’s your ***.” He gave a brief squeeze and shifted his thigh as he pulled her even closer. “And that’s your—” Jack is always turning things naughty, “don’t you worry,” he said, his smile turning wicked. “My hand works just fine when it needs to.” I loved this book, Jack was sexy and caring.

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