black suit hugged every inch of him, highlighting every bit of delicious sculpted muscle. His waistcoat was a deep purple and the shirt beneath was black too, not white. The effect it had against his tan skin was so hot her heart even missed a beat or two, but it didn’t stop her blood from sizzling.
His eyes were stormy blue as they raked her over. ‘How the hell do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you look like that?’
Best. Compliment. Ever.
Georgia couldn’t help her grin any more than she could help her attraction for this man. She wanted his hands on her, right here, right now. Pity that wasn’t part of the deal tonight. Although…
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