Page 23 of Leaving Lando

Her blush is delightful. “I like baking for you,” she says, uncharacteristically shy, but stubborn.

“Another time.”

“You’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?”

I whisper in her ear,

“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep.”

Bree shivers in my arms. “Are you keeping track of all your promises, Detective?”

“You better believe it.”

“I do,” she whispers back. “I do believe it.”

I mould my hands to her ass and squeeze. “Work fast, Red.”

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