To hell with it-he could spurn me all he wanted to, but he couldn't keep me from fantasizing about him. I'd talked to him for less than two minutes, seen him for less than ten, and his effect on me was this strong? When the bathwater lapped at them, my breath hitched. My rack had been on display tonight that Russian hadn't given it a second glance.īut what if I hadn't repelled him? What would those hot, rough palms of his have felt like kneading my chest? At the thought, I experienced a surge of arousal so strong it startled me. And my breasts? They were fairly big, bobbing now in the water, coral-colored nipples puckering just above the surface. Admittedly, they were wide, but my waist was narrow. They were fit from standing for hours on end while waiting tables, just as my arms were lean from hefting trays. And what the hell had been so off-putting about me? I wasn't a beauty like Jess, but I'd had male interest ever since I'd sprouted mammaries.Ĭurious, I ran my palms down my legs. I just couldn't figure out why that Russian had been so angry.
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