A Girl's Heart

A Girl's Heart

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•••••• "Beth." he mumbled, fiddling with his blue tee shirt, then reaching back to scratch his neck and but deciding against it and going back to fiddling with the hem of the fabric, "I... I meant it. It wasn't a mistake. I really, really like you," he paused, then glanced down at is feet, "maybe even love you." My heart stopped at that exact moment, my mind freezing, and breath hitching in my throat for a second too long. My eyes were wide as I stared at him, before feeling my face and neck heat up (into what was probably a very embarrassing shade of red), and then looked down quickly, taking a few steps back. "I," a few more steps backwards, "I'll get back to you." I gasped, my breaths finally returning. And then I ran. •••••• Join Bethany on her journey towards finding the man that God made especially for her.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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