Satisfying Alice
Ciaran’s hand brushed against hers again as they reached for the same scrap of paper. This time his fingers lingered a fraction longer than previously, running gently along her skin with gossamer lightness before darting away to pinch the prize from her grasp. “You’ll need to be quicker than that!”“Cheeky bastard,” Alice said, giving him a playful slap before tucking an errant chair back into its place under the table.The day had been boisterous; the hotel chosen for the views it offered over...
Seduction