She ran her hands under his shirt, over his chest, her cool touch igniting shivers over his skin. “Is this a ploy to get another song out of me?” she asked.”It’s a ploy to get you out of your pants.”“And what, exactly, are you planning on doing once you get me out of my pants?” Will felt his lips curving up again. “Darlin’, you leave the details to me.
— Jamie Farrell
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