Garrett can be a little flirt when it comes to Carina, "it's true," I protest. "I remember when you walked into the wedding in that little black dress and those stiletto shoes," I tell her with a grin. "Nearly game me a damn heart attack." Carina can be a little daredevil when it comes to Garrett, "so," Carina murmurs. She climbs onto my lap, straddling me, her hips pressing against the bulging ache of my co**. "Show me." She meets my eyes, her blue gaze teasing and bright." And Garrett what a little animal that man is, "then he breaks. With a fierce growl, Garrett grips his hands around my waist and flips me, driving me back into the soft couch as his mouth consumes mine in a devastating kiss." I mean he can be all animal, "eff!" Garrett gasps, shuddering against my neck as I close my fingers around him, loving the way his body rises to me. "God, Carina..." I stroke again, harder. Garrett lets out a fierce growl, and then he's gripping my a**, lifting me up and pinning me back against the wall with a crash." And he's all for his girl, which I love most about the Beachwood men, "damn right, I did." Garrett meets my eyes with a hot, possessive gaze. He leans closer, dropping hi voice to a sexy whisper only I can hear. "And I can't wait to get you home and give you a repeat performance."
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