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any of them even if it did mean the risk of my life, and it doesn't. I assure you, I swear to you, I'm not in any danger." |
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After that it was impossible for Linda to press him. She could only insist that he come to her cabinit didn't take much insisting to convince him to do thatso she could look at his head. And he had been right when he said the blow had been slight. Though he winced when Linda felt around, she couldn't even detect a lump. |
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Assured that he truly wasn't in any danger, Linda put aside her doubts and suspicionsat least temporarily. All the time she had been examining his head, Peter's hands had roamed over her back. Now she slid down on his lap, and their lips met. Evidence of his excitement was immediately obvious; Peter needed no more priming, but Linda had learned her lesson in the car the previous night. Her stateroom was very cramped, and she had no intention of permiting a slapstick bump and fall act to break their mood again. Before she allowed herself to surrender to the mounting pleasure Peter's lips and hands were generating, Linda had calculated how best to get him out of his clothes without getting a black eye. |
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She began by pulling her lips free and murmuring, "Take it off, lover. There isn't room in here for us both to wave our arms around." |
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He jerked to his feet, twisted his head to look at her, and began to say, "Are you s" as his body turned. He broke off when their knees banged together painfully and yanked off his |
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