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Lacey Thorn
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office he had just finished working in. He had requested this cabin specifically for the office. He loved the way that
the door blended into the wall. If you didn’t know that it was there then you wouldn’t even see it. He’d never been so
happy about that before today.
He’d had to blink his eyes several times to make sure that he wasn’t imagining the blonde haired beauty that walked
into the cabin. He knew from the immediate hardening of his dick that it was none other than little Faith Coulter. He’d
been coming here for years just to get a glimpse of her, which was all that her father allowed. He could understand.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and Jake had seen plenty of women during his travels. But
Faith was definitely one of a kind. She was a small woman, standing only five foot one or two, making her at least a
foot shorter than his six foot two inch frame. But she had lush curves in all the right places, long blonde curls that
swung most often in a ponytail that hung to her perfectly rounded bottom. It was her eyes that got him most. She
had the biggest, deepest green eyes he had ever seen. Eyes filled with secrets, fears and, he was damn sure,
passion. She was just waiting for the right man to initiate her and Jake had long ago planned to make sure that he
was that man. Hell, that was why he was here now.
He had heard through his contact in town that she was to be married soon and that was one thing that he wouldn’t
let happen unless he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was what she wanted. Then he had met her fiancé, a
man old enough to be her father. The very thought of such a man touching her face, much less her body had set his
gut to churning in anger. He almost laughed at the way that fate sometimes delivered what you desired most into
your hands.
He had been in the office for the last few hours trying to figure out how to put a plan into motion to kidnap Faith
before her wedding. Now he didn’t have to. No, the woman who was constantly on his mind had delivered herself
right into his hands. And if his ears didn’t deceive him she was naked in the shower at this moment. He groaned and
ran a hand along the rigid length of his denim covered cock. He had exactly one night to convince her that he was
the man for her. One night to make sure that she was willing to leave this small town behind and explore the world
with him on his boat. All he needed was a little faith. Then nothing else would ever do.