Andrea Speed

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Paris rubbed his forehead against his, running his hands through Roan‘s hair, and said, 'How about we come back here and exchange notes once we‘re done with the interviews? Take a long lunch.''Only exchange notes?''No one said we can‘t exchange notes in bed

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Paris came down the stairs looking incredible. He‘d gone with the simple classic look of the tight white T-shirt, the low-slung jeans that showed off a glimpse of his flat belly, and a black leather jacket. His hair was perfectly mussed, a calculated look that seemed natural and sexy. At the bottom of the staircase, he turned around slowly, holding his arms out to his sides. "Well, how do I look?"Damn. "Like I want to rip your clothes off right this second. You‘re gonna kill that kid. He‘s going to explode, and they‘re going to have to scrape his remains off the wall.""Yeesh, I was with you until you got descriptive.""Can‘t help it. You make me poetic.""I thought I made you horny.""Same damn thing

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God, he was so beautiful. It was the tragic kind of beauty too, the kind you knew was doomed from the start. A face that launched a thousand ships and dug a million graves

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Strong could be dealt with—but crazy? Oh no. You never knew what the crazy were going to do