Kidnapped By The Mafia Boss
Flames sear within me—merely thinking about having Wyatt to myself tonight gives wake to horniness.
"I need you to spread your hands and face them upwards," Cornelia says, the bartender and owner of this inn. She is a cool lady—I like her a lot. Cornelia is the type of woman who takes shit from no one. "Palms towards me, Maeve."
I follow her orders, breathing in when Cornelia places her palms inside mine. Warmth flood from her hands into mine, making it seem like I have this tiny, lost flame coursing through my veins. It is running for my heart, and then the pain is blown away.
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