His Healing Grace

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thinking about him. One week had passed since the incident, and all I could think a

e stranger. Not just any stranger, but one wrapped in danger and viole

freshened up quickly, knowing I was running late for work. As I dressed, I whispe

ld wouldn't fire me for being late again. When I finally arrived

I spotted Angel across the room, serving someone, a

ed, dramatically fanning herse

aring jeans and a crop top with an apron over it. S

pped, nudging me lightly. "Isn't that the guy from t

und to see who she meant. And there he was the man responsible for my sleepless nights an

ss Gold right no

f, the words slipped out.

"You wish. They're childhood friends. Their families

et mine. I quickly looked away, my heart

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h, I stepped out, trying to shake the lingering image of him. His icy blu

your th

early drop my towel. I quickly caught it

ere?" I demanded, pulling the

at him, I could feel myself getting hot dow

wandered over me, pausing at my breasts. Fina

eets. Confusion

guy who steals bedsheets?" His vo

ing my arms, unintentionally pushing

e. In the little space of the room, two more

I, then?"

one who saved his life and who barges into a woma

ser, his eyes gleaming.

on about?" I said throwing my hands

r nipples begging for attention," he sai

words around, raw and unfilte

bling for a comeback. "Loo

g the distance between us. "Ma

rough the towel. I gasped, throwing my head back as a wave of pleasure h

at my thigh. His eyes locked onto mine, as if waiting

up to my breast, pinching my nipple again. I watched him throu

ore. His fingers brushed my wet lips. My body trembled

against my ear. He stepped back, releasing

licked my wetness off his finger slowly and sensually while maintai

hell just