By Heidi Betts
Jenna Langan is familiar with what she wishes, and as she tells her top associates after their weekly knitting crew, she does not want a guy to offer it to her...only some of his most sensible swimmers. And simply because her marriage to undercover vice cop Gage Marshall ended badly doesn't suggest he cannot nonetheless supply her the newborn she's continuously sought after. in reality, she's prepared to guess a number of her favourite hand-knit boas that she will be able to tie him up in knots he will certainly enjoy... An unforeseen seduction is something, yet stud provider? No, thanks. Gage had his purposes for pulling the plug on his fortunately ever after with Jenna, and not anything that is occurred considering that their divorce has replaced his brain. that's, until eventually Jenna bought it into her head to tie him up and drag him down. Now he has no selection yet to stay round until eventually he understands evidently if his ex-wife is pregnant. however the extra time he spends with Jenna, the extra his get to the bottom of starts off to unravel...
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About . . ” Grace reapplied her lip gloss—the clear, wild-cherry flavor Zack liked so much—and ran her fingers through her hair to boost the light blond curls. Then, pasting on her most seductive Marilyn Monroe pout, she tapped on Zack’s hotel room door. It took longer than she would have expected for him to answer, so she tapped again. She heard a couple of muffled noises and a muttered curse in response, and had to bite back a laugh. If she knew Zack—and she did—the room was probably a disaster area already, after his being there only one night, and he was probably tripping over his own shoes, pants, shirts, suitcase, and everything else in an attempt to answer her repeated knocking.
A second later, his feet were undone and he was off the bed, grabbing for his clothes. Hopping on one leg and then the other, he jumped into his pants on his way to the door and was tugging his plain black T-shirt over his chest as he hit the hall. Feet bare and fly still open, he cocked his head to listen for sounds of Jenna. No telling where she was in this big old house, and he didn’t want her springing any more surprises on him. If anything, he intended to spring one or two on her. When he didn’t hear anything on the second floor, he headed for the stairs, zipping up as he took the steps as quietly as possible one at a time.
And yeah, maybe scare her a bit . . but he didn’t want her to hurt herself. Cupping his wide hands under her elbows, he lifted her straight up off the floor and swung her around, well out of range of the dangerous mess. He set her down on the other side of the kitchen doorway and backed her into the dining room. Her cheeks were flushed as she gaped at him, her pupils mottled pinpoints of astonishment and wariness. She opened her mouth, but the only sound she emitted was a low, strangled hiss. “What’s the matter, sweetheart, cat got your tongue?