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70d5924
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"I'm quite capable of walking," she pointed out. It is faster this way. Your legs are short." They are not!"
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dark-guardian
jaxon-montgomery
lucian
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Christine Feehan |
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5f2f96b
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"I wasn't going to argue with you. Why ever would you think that? I never argue." Lucian smiled at her. She was so small, it amazed him she was such a strong person. "Of course you do not argue. What was I thinking? Go to sleep, honey, and allow my poor body to rest." "I'm already asleep. You're the one gabbing."
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dark
jaxon
montgomery
guardian
feehan
lucian
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Christine Feehan |
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5fce700
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"What is it?" Leigh glanced up with uncertainty, then back to his groin with a sort of horrified fascination. "Well, um... is there something about immortals you haven't told me?" "What? What do you mean?" he asked with bewilderment. Leigh shook her head, then leaned forward and said "Hello?" to his groin, only to stiffen again and jerk back as if it had hissed at her. "Are you talking to my penis?" Lucian asked with disbelief. "It talked to me first," she said defensively, and frowned. "You didn't mention this little skill." Lucian decided she must be joking and laughed. "So, what did it say?" "It said, 'Lucian? Lucian, are you there?'" He blinked. "Why would it say that?" "I don't know. It's your penis." That's when he recalled the cell phone in his pocket. A laugh bursting from his lips, Lucian reached in his pocket to retrieve the phone."
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leigh
lucian
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Lynsay Sands |
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8ea4fe2
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"I thought you said that after this many years nothing should embarrass him?" Leigh said with gentle amusement. Lucian grunted. "I guess he's more sensitive than I thought." "I am NOT sensitive," Cale snapped, irritated by the very suggestion. "It's probably his mother's fault," Lucian said, ignoring him. "Martine named him after Caliope, the muse of poetry. Between that and his father dying when he was only fifty, he's probably suffered under Martine's namby-pamby influence."
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leigh
lucian
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Lynsay Sands |
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ef38db2
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"Relax," Lucian said dryly. "Bricker will not leave without me. The SUV is--" "What?" Basil asked when his brother paused with his arm half raised, shock crossing his features. "The little shit just drove away without me," Lucian said with amazement."
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lucian
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Lynsay Sands |
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17a5287
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"Winkie? Flesh flute? Tallywhacker? Baby maker? Quiver bone? Joystick? Fun stick? Lap rocket? Love muscle? Wedding tackle? One-eyed wonder weasel? Helmet head? Wang? Trouser snake? Giggle stick? Schlong? Mushroom head? Love rod? Pecker? Thundersw--" "Enough!" Lucian barked, and when Bricker paused and glanced to him questioningly, he said, "I do not know what alarms me more, that you have so many names for cock or what it means in regard to how much time you spend thinking about cock."
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lucian
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Lynsay Sands |
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4907a4c
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"Do not say it." Gabriel said with quiet menace. "I said nothing." Lucian pointed out. "You raised your eyebrow in that obnoxious way you have," Gabriel replied. "You are in enough trouble with me without adding a sneer to your sins." "She is not like the women I seem to recall from our youth." "You did not know any women in our youth." Gabriel told him."
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gabriel
lucian
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Christine Feehan |
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b83bf38
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"What the hell is going on?" Bricker asked with amazement as they watched Victor carry Elvi out. "First Basil's carrying Sherry away, and then Marcus is carting a blubbering Basha off, and now Elvi's sobbing to beat the band and Victor is playing he-man too. Have the women gone crazy or is this an immortal caveman convention?" Lucian reached out and biffed the younger man in the back of the head. "Ow," Bricker complained, rubbing the spot."
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lucian
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Lynsay Sands |