Blame it on the Kiss by Robin Bielman6/30/2023 ![]() ![]() Then his lips brushed hers, and the stars collided. “His smile, a little mischievous around the edges, had her melting into the sand. ![]() ![]() “What?” Christ, she had sexy legs, and the barely-there material at their juncture left little to the imagination, so his thoughts leaped to about a dozen dirty scenarios. “Thank you,” she said, a little out of breath. “Let’s get these off you.” He pulled, she pushed and wiggled, and he got the pants to her feet in no time. “Gotcha.” There wasn’t a red-blooded man alive who wouldn’t peek. “My panties are white and now see-through and there’s not a lot to them.” Once there, she helped him latch on to the bunched up denim at her thighs, he guessed. She took his outstretched hand and tugged him down to the ground. Jesus, wet jeans are heavy and uncooperative.”Ī grin stretched across his face. I don’t think I can get them off without some help. He didn’t turn or say anything even though the frustration in Honor’s voice made it difficult. ![]()
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