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The Playboy's Baby by J.M. Stewart5/21/2023 He was getting in over his head with her. “Dillon?”Īll kinds of warning bells went off in his head when Dillon sank into the chair in his office and dialed Emma’s number Friday night. When she found herself falling asleep she forced herself to open her eyes, shattering the fantasy. The simple sound of his voice on the other end of the line wrapped around her until she almost felt him right beside her, laying with her in the dark. Coming from anyone else, his words might have been boring, but coming from him, she felt engrossed in his world. He spent the next half hour filling her with tidbits about the club, the workers, and the minute details of his night. “Talk to me? The sound of your voice helps. “Do me a favor?”Ī low creak sounded over the line. She bit down on her bottom lip and hesitated. “Yes.” More than she had words to tell him. The images and sensations slid around her like a warm blanket, soft and soothing, melting the tension from her body. Once again his affect on her senses surprised her. The image didn’t heat her up the way she expected. The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat sounded through the recesses of her memory. She felt again his strong arms wrapped around her, the warmth and solidness of his body. The way he pulled her out of her seat and into his embrace. The image rose in her mind, of her first night back in town, sitting in his office with him.
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