She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo — Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
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She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle.

— Maeve Greyson, My Highland Bride
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