Love on the Edge of Time by Julie Richman

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Love on the Edge of Time by Julie Richman

“We’re having phone sex? But, Jesse, we haven’t even kissed yet,” her protest was weak. And even she knew it.

“Yes, we’re having phone sex, and when I get back to New York, we’re going to do a lot more than kiss.  You’ve friend-zoned me, Toots, and I’m busting out.”

“Jeans off, missy. Hop to it. We don’t have all day. It’s time to take those tongue lashings you were promised.”

“You were the drug, the sweet high that elevated me to a new plane, spun me around and released me to fly. One dose of you and you’re impossible not to crave.”