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. It's more than I'dever hoped. He looked up at her, his eyes misted. Jett, I love you."Her fingers buried in his hair. I love you."Standing, Thad gathered her into his arms.He pressed his lips to her temple while his handskimmed up her side to cup her breast.Idly, his thumb flicked over her resilient nipple.Around them cool tendrils of magic spiralled around them as a transport tunnel opened and engulfed them.Thadheld her tight as they hurtled toward their destination.They landed in the white master bedroom of his mansion in Michigan.Here her powersurrounded him and here he'd fill her with his.He set her on her feet. There's something I didn't finish earlier.""Then by all means, do. Her fingers slipped inside his open shirt, her nails grazing his skin.He recalled them digging into his shoulders.He wanted it again as soon as possible."Do I have to wear a toga? he asked, wrenching the garment down his arms.He pulled herdown on the couch where she'd pleasured Anya.She turned and straddled him, her knees digging into the soft cushions, while she lifted herskirt. They have their benefits."She tore open the closure of his trousers.He sprang forward into her hands, hot andthrobbing.He couldn't think.He just needed her.Had to be in her.Already a glistening drop ofarousal leaked from him.Jett swiped it away with her fingertip and brought it to her lips, flicking itaway with her tongue.He felt her tiny whimper to his root."What benefits? he managed. It's a dress."She sank onto his ready cock, her liquid fire enveloping him as he stretched her tight passage,each inch of rippling tissue and muscle squeezing, drawing.Welcoming.She was his."See, she moaned. Benefits.""I can see they do. He grunted as her inner muscles clenched.He shifted his hips, ploughingupward into her welcoming channel.This was home.This was the place for which he'd waited fortwo hundred years.Now she was his and he would never let go.His arms tightened around her asher thighs clamped his hips.Yes, she was his.She leaned forward so her lips grazed his temple.Her tongue darted out to trace the shell ofhis ear. And now, you understand why goddesses don't wear panties."Thank the goddess for that. About the AuthorWhen it comes to books and movies, Brynn Paulin has one rule: there must be a happy ending.Afterthat one requirement, anything else goes.And it just might in any of her books.Brynn lives in Michigan with her husband and two children, who love her despite her occasionalthreats to smite them.They humour her and let her think she's a goddess.as long as she provideshomemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis.Brynn is president of her local chapter ofRomance Writers of America and also hosts a weekly writing critique group.She's conductedworkshops at several writers conferences around the country as she enjoys mentoring and meetingnew people.According to Brynn, her writing success can be attributed to 70's music, her local road constructioncrews, a trusty notebook, and of course, her husband (and willing research subject), AKA Mr.Inspiration.Email: BrynnPaulin@comcast.netBrynn loves to hear from readers.You can find her contact information, website and authorbiography at www.totalebound.com.Also by Brynn PaulinRedemption: Fallen Total-e-bound eBookswww.total-e-bound.comTake a look at our exciting range of literagasmic"! erotic romance titlesand discover pure quality at Total-e-bound
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