snorted. “Poor Bay? You’re thugs
kidnapped me ,” I said and scowled.
Tate shook his head. “Had to get
you here somehow.” Leaning down, he kissed me. Passionate and tender. “I will
never hurt you or betray you. You’re my mate. I’m already in love with you.”
After all the steamy sex I still
managed to blush. “We um…better get dressed,” I said and struggled to stand up.
“Oh, I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”
Grabbing my dress, the wolf handed
it to me. “Who said anything about being done tonight?”
I coughed. “What? No. I mean.
Could we manage?”
“One way to find out,” he said and
put his tux back on. He didn’t even bother to tuck it in.
“Judging by our appearance people
are going to put two and two together,” I said and pulled the dress over me.
“Good. Let them,” Tate said and
led me away from the balcony, through the crowd and up to his bedroom where I
passed out almost instantly on his soft bed.
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Carrie Kelly lives in Washington and writes sexy erotic
romance with lively heroines and smoking hot heroes. She started writing
romance when she lost her main source of income as a freelance writer –
and it was the best decision she’s ever made! Besides writing, she spends time
with her lovely cats, travels and enjoys wearing ridiculously girly clothes.
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