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he steadied her。 His lips stroked hers； demanding the kind of response
that he alone knew she had in her。
When her physical strength waned； Chloe tried passivity。 The last thing
she wanted was a repeat of the night in New Hampshire or； worse； that
fateful night back in New Orleans。 She had no right； she told herself；
no right！
〃e on； Chloe；〃 Ross growled against her lips。 〃Ease up。〃
〃Don't…〃
She shouldn't have said anything。 The tiny parting of her lips gave him
the opening he needed； and then she didn't have a chance。 His tongue
invaded her mouth； spreading its sweetness deep。 She told herself that
it was physical； that she could resist if she wanted to enough； but her
body betrayed her。 It swayed toward him； weak with wanting。
From an odd defense mechanism； her mind went blank。 It was as though the
battle between guilt and desire created a mental void。 In that void
there was nothing but Ross and his body； the lips that caressed her；
arms that held her gently； legs that supported her。 Out of that void
came her response； slowly； surely； and Ross had won。 Her lips moved
against his； tasting； savoring。 The corners of his mouth； his firm lips；
his tongue； one small nibble led to another until she returned his kiss
with matching passion。
〃Oh； Ross；〃 she breathed raggedly when his lips left hers to trail fire
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