#6 of Six Sentences over six weeks from 'Wild West Weekend'
gazed at the work-worn, sun-kissed hand on her leg. No mannies or pedis for
him. Thoughts of his calloused fingers stroking her skin, working her clit,
sent more tingles down her spine, sparked a fire in her core. She smoothed her
fingers over his, then interlocked them together. A luminous, country-boy grin
lit his face. Sighing, she settled back in the seat.
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