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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsA Harlequin novel for modern times:
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room.
Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.
"Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily.
My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes.
My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my rib-cage. Then, as he cupped my firm, full bosom in his hands, I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine to my midsection.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought, used to taking charge.
A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer.
A man who would tell me what he wanted.
A man who would look into my soul and say
. . . .
Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
Maybe it could be called "Fifty Shades of TSA."
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A Harlequin novel for modern times: (Original Post)
The Velveteen Ocelot
Jul 2012
OP
kwassa
(23,340 posts)1. a tall dark stranger will look deeply into your eyes and say those three important words ....
"Paper or plastic?"
trof
(54,256 posts)2. DUZY! Possibly a Pulitzer.
The Velveteen Ocelot
(115,976 posts)3. But not original. I got it off an aviation message board.
sarge43
(28,946 posts)4. I tried to visualize the cover. I had to stop. n/t