The connection I felt with Mr. Right was fire-engine hot, the kind of sizzling seduction that kept me awake at night. I was in a state of sexual charge that was impossible to deny. One look at him and all the pleasure centers in my body lit up. I’ve read about pheromones and the things they do to the body, and if all that’s true, then Mr. Right must have been born with much more than his proper share...
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