Dangerous Secrets (Avon Red) Paperback – Bargain Price by Lisa Marie Rice

Author:Lisa Marie Rice
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 0061208604
Publisher: Avon Red
Published: 2008-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

“My God,” he muttered. “That was—” He blew out a

breath. “Well.”

“Absolutely,” she whispered. She couldn’t have said it better

herself.

They rested against each other. If it hadn’t been for the

wall, they would have both fallen to the floor. Nick rested

his cheek against the top of her head and her lips curled in

a smile.

Impossibly, his penis twitched and her vagina spasmed

around him.

“No,” she said. “Can’t.”

“Me, either.” Nick let out a gusty sigh against her hair, ruffling a curl. “Like to, but can’t.” He shifted slightly. “As a

matter of fact, I’d better do something before the rubber

leaks.” He straightened slightly, starting to pull out.

“Charity? Charity? Where are you?”

Charity froze and looked up, appalled, into Nick’s amused

gaze.

“Charity?” The tone was peremptory, her name pronounced in short, staccato syllables. Cha-ri-ty. A long stress

on the last syllable. Cha-ri-teee! Only one person spoke her

name like that. Mrs. Lambert, the former chief librarian.

Oh God, she couldn’t even pretend not to be here. The

door was unlocked and her coat was hung on the coat rack.

Mrs. Lambert knew this place like the back of her hand–she’d worked here for forty years.

The supply room would be the first place she’d check. And

there was no place at all in the room to hide a six-foot-two

handsome devil of a man.

Charity pushed at Nick. “Let me go!” she hissed.

With a little sigh, he pulled out of her and stepped back,

penis bobbling at half-mast. Charity looked at it, then at him,

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and with another sigh, he tucked himself away in his pants

and zipped up, wincing, the zipper loud in the silence.

“Charity! Where are you, girl?”

Mrs. Lambert’s sensible boots made a clomping sound on

the library’s ancient hardwood floor. Charity could follow

every step she was making. She was checking the periodicals

room, the reading room. A discreet knock on the lavatory

door.

There was only one place left to check.

“Wipe that grin off your face,” she said in a fierce whisper,

hopping over to her missing shoe, straightening her skirt,

combing her hair out with her fingers. Nick obediently assumed a serious expression, biting his lips not to smile. His

eyes were full of amusement, though.

It was quite all right for him to be amused. He’d be leaving

soon. Charity was going to spend the rest of her life here, and

Mrs. Lambert was the biggest gossip in town.

Charity even had a morals clause in her contract, which

had amused her when she’d signed it, the idea of infringing

the morals clause of her employment contract as remote as

the thought of flying to Pluto.

Nick cleared his throat and she leaped to cover his mouth

with her hand. His eyes gleamed at her. The devil.

“Not a word,” she said fiercely. “Not one word!”

When she dropped her hand, he mimed zipping his mouth.

His smiling mouth, the scoundrel.

“Charity, my dear. Where on earth are you?” The boots

clumped closer.

Charity checked her skirt, smoothed it out, fanned herself quickly in an attempt to cool down and winced at the

thought of her kiss-swollen lips, and of being naked under

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