The Mysterious Affair
even as he spoke, his hands came up to grip her own.
For one perilous moment, Betty's mind betrayed her and she was reminded of other hands. Hands upon her body. Hands that had forced her down.
Drawn by a force she couldn't command, her gaze tricked down….. down to where dark fingers caught her own. They were strong, those hands. Lean and powerful. Tanned and wholly male.
Those hands had grasped her waist, traced the slant of her cheek, skimmed the bareness of her very breast, immeasurably gentle despite their strength. Those hands had made her tremble, but not in fear. Not, not in fear…… never in fear.
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