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amn novel finished.
I'd made a lot of headway that first few days, yeah, but the last
two all I'd been able to think about were cocks and hands and
mouths. And teeth. I'd finally decided that I had to find a
real lover tonight, or I was never going to get anything done.
So I'd gone out and bought the trashiest red dress I could
find--thin silk, neckline cut to an inch of my nipples and
hemline an inch from my ass. And I was not wearing anything
under it.
I swiveled on my bar stool to look over the crowd. There
was a promising blond a few feet away, sitting alone at a table
no bigger than a diner plate. Broad shoulders and long legs and
big hands that looked like they'd know how to put out a fire.
Thing was, I wasn't really sure how to go about picking him up.
I'd never done anything like that before--guys usually picked me
up. I was starting to remember why I hated bars. "Maybe," I
thought dryly, "I should just stand over him until the scent of
wet pussy gets his attention..."
"That would do it," a voice agreed, as if reading my mind.
I grinned at the coincidence, then turned.
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