Sutton's Sins (The Sinful Suttons 2)

When his head raised, the love in his eyes stole her breath anew. He kissed her nose, his hair tickling her cheeks. “I love you so bleeding much.”

She smiled up at him, sweeping an errant curl from his forehead. “I love you every bit as bleeding much, Rafe Sutton.”

He grinned, his dimples appearing. “Here now, lovely. I fear I’m debauching you with my wicked ways.”

“I know you have,” she said softly. “And I love it.”

“Good.” Still grinning, he kissed her again. “Because I have a lot more debauching to do.”

“I am counting upon it, my love,” she said against her husband’s lips.

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