closed, as he licked the wound on her neck.
"Spoilsport, I mean …Sir."
He pulled her closer into his warmth, and she smiled at the last words she heard before exhaustion claimed her.
"We really have to work on your obedience."
The End
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Other Books by Doris O’Connor:
Lure of the Blood
Lure of Forever
Too Hot to Handle
Too Cold to Love
Virgins Behaving Badly
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