Page 173 of Summer Sins

When he reached her he bent and effortlessly plucked her off her bare feet and into his arms. She looked up and rolled her eyes in mock irritation as he strode down the hall to their bedroom.

‘Dante D’Aquanni, when will you stop carting me around like a bag of potatoes? I have two feet, two legs …’

The door shut behind them and all that could be heard for some time was the sound of low voices, muted laughter, growing passion and then blissful peace. At least for a while…

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