Rebel's Claw (2015)
“How hard could it be to find a condom in a wallet? If she made him wait any longer, his dick might explode. She had the sexiest body—small but strong. The skin on her arms was tough and tan, but other, more private parts of her were pale and softer than velvet.
And if he didn’t stop breathing her scent, he might ejaculate before he ever got his cock inside her.
When he peered over her shoulder, he discovered she studied his pictures. Holy buffalo crap. Now was not the time to walk down memory lane. He wished he’d reached for the wallet himself. Those pictures were private. When she sat up—her back still to him—she breathed funny and her shoulders shook.
“Carrie, are you okay?” What luck. He was about to do a virgin, a rare treat, and she felt sick at the last minute. Looked like he’d have to settle for the hand job after all. What in the heck was wrong with her? She was one weird chick. Lives like a recluse, keeps her father’s stuff lying around, sleeps with a gun, and now this.
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