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The rest of the day as Miles Lassiter went through his various appointments, his new patient Julianna Holly remained in his mind. What an incredibly beautiful woman, he thought as he returned to his office to write patient notes. Her smile could light up a room but the sadness in her eyes pulled at him in a way that shouldn’t. He never dallied with a patient — ever — and he didn’t see himself making an exception for Julianna but he wasn’t going to lie…the temptation was more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced. He wanted to know more about her — there was definitely a story behind those sad eyes — but good sense told him to steer clear. A beautiful woman with a tragic story was his kryptonite. And he’d been burned too badly the last time he’d succumbed to that urge. A woman was part of the reason he’d relocated to St. John, to get away from the memory of how he’d been used and thrown away like a dirty maxi pad. And he’d just gotten his head on straight again by burying himself in his practice and charitable work.
So stop thinking about Julianna Holly. Whatever her problems are, they do not involve you beyond being her doctor.
Good advice that he planned to take.
No matter how intriguing he found the lovely Miss Holly.
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Boston landed at the St. Thomas airport and while everyone else was exclaiming about the dense humidity, he simply grabbed his carry-on and pushed on. Richard had procured transportation and after locating the driver, climbed into the air-conditioned Towncar as it whisked him to the ferry.
St. John wasn’t very large but it might be a challenge to find a woman who was determined not to be found. However, she’d plainly underestimated his determination to reclaim what belonged to him.
Woe her. Don’t chase her down like a dog.
He shook Richard’s advice from his head in irritation. Woe her? Why the hell should he do that? He owned her. Because you live for her smile and the feel of her body beneath yours is the most sublime experience you’ve ever known and she’s as stubborn as you are so forcing her is bound to make things worse.
Boston closed his eyes against the sudden sting and ground away the moisture with the flat of his hand. He needed sleep and food. This situation was curdling his brain.
After a half hour ferry ride, he caught another Towncar, which took him to a small rental car agency and he climbed into the nicest vehicle they had — which wasn’t saying much — but he didn’t care about the vehicle. As long as it got him from Point A to Point B, he could give a shit about the wheels. A short drive later, he was at the luxury hotel and tossing his bag onto the bed, striping his soaked shirt to stand by the open window. There was a slight breeze but the benefit was suffocated by the cloying humidity. He was going to need a shower before he could think straight. His hotel room had a stellar view but he wasn’t there to admire the azure beauty of a pristine bay. He turned away and headed for the shower but just as he was to the bathroom door, his cell chirped and he scooped it up with sudden anticipation when he realized it was a text from Hank.
She’s staying at a place called Larimar. Don’t ask how I got that information. A sizeable tip on my next payment would be appreciated.
Heady joy ripped through him at the realization that Julianna had been found but even as he wanted to jump in the car and drive like a maniac to the location, he forced himself to calm down. He needed a plan. He needed to ensure that he had the right leverage to ensure that Julianna never ran away again.
A slow smile spread across his mouth as he shut the bathroom door. Things were starting to look up.
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A fine sheen of sweat slicked Julianna’s heated skin as she twisted in her lover’s arms, gasping and crying out as his tongue flicked the swollen nub at the epicenter of her pleasure zone, helpless to escape the riot of wonderful sensations marching up and down her nerve endings. Everything felt magnified and tripled in strength as her lover manipulated her body to greater heights of pleasure, so much so, that it bordered on pain.
There was something so deliriously awesome about giving yourself over to your lover, she realized with delirium, tumbling ever deeper into that chasm of dark desire and endless passion. She arched as her lover sucked the first aching nipple into his hot and greedy mouth, feeding him her flesh as if his life depended on her for sustenance, and groaned as tendrils of sweet pleasure spiraled through her body, knotting together into a giant pulsing ball of need and want. Suddenly his hand traveled her belly, pausing to cup her woman’s mound with possession as he murmured against her damp flesh, “You’re mine, sweetheart and you always will be,” before slowly working his finger deep inside her. He crooked his finger and beckoned, stroking her G-spot with unerring accuracy until she was panting and begging for more. How could he know her body so well? Without fail, heading straight for the most responsive places guaranteed to make her squirm and embarrass herself with desire?#p#分页标题#e#