“Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. And mind you don't arouse his suspicions. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. She forced herself not to think of John. He would talk to Spurlock, but from the bench; as a judge, not as a chagrined lover. " "I'll bet she still smells to heaven with sour coconut.
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