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For Love of the Game [MultiFormat]
eBook by Eugen M. Bacon
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: A cricket game. Much to gain, perhaps more to lose. Air darkens, grey clouds churn like billows from an angry stove. Lights come on, white beacons in the field, and Spirit plays the match of a lifetime.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Renaissance, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [201 KB], eReader (PDB) [25 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [11 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [73 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [86 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [41 KB], iSilo (PDB) [9 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [39 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [20 KB]
Words: 3010
Reading time: 8-12 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
I trawled through dinner, impatient to claim her, eager to make her mine.
"Move in with me," she said. "After Cinders."
"Depends," I said.
"On what?"
I smiled.
"On what?" she said.
"We'll see. Talk about it later. After Cinders. Whatever happens, I'll come home. After the game."
"Whatever happens, Spirit," she said, and melted me in a liquid gaze tender and spiced as the Scaloppini on my plate; a gaze that soaked my knees. It was then that I wondered about cutting my losses. Quitting the game after Cinders.
We had three million, seven hundred and forty-two words left unsaid. But the moment worked. Whatever it was, in my pad, it worked. Much as it did one Saturday night in a moment pregnant with charge, when the newness of her excited me; when our tongues entwined, and her inner thighs parted at a touch; when her fingers pulled my earlobes, and a press of buttocks against wet fingers lifted her hips to accommodate my roaming touch.
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