World of Tomorrow
She was pliable curves and delicate contours, slim shouldered, nip waisted and round hipped in a way that Andrew, as a man, deemed exceptionally cuddlable.
Which was precisely what he wanted to do.
“I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
Only Andrew had a strategy in mind for that. Taking a seat in her chair, he picked up the book she’d been reading and grinned. He recognized the title, knew that the publisher had originally refused to print it as too bawdy, until the author, Winifred Watson, had promised another of the novels they did desire if they agreed. They’d horribly underestimated the reading public who’d adored the story's sly naughtiness.
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