Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided — J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

Those baby blues slid over him, from his chest to his feet and back up, as if he were merchandise she hadn’t yet decided to buy. “I need a man.”Jackson bit back a miserable groan. The woman would be the death of him.

— J.M. Stewart, Whatever It Takes

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