SINS OF THE FLESH
Chapter One
Warren, CA, Present Day
Once again, the night had come to its end. Dawn's grasping
fingers had seized the earth's horizon, refusing to let the dark-
ness have one more hour than necessary. Pale pink lashings
began to illuminate the edges of the night's sky. All too soon
the merciless sun would rule again.
Sprawled across a chaise lounge, Devon Carnavorn swirled
the last of the sherry in his glass. "Another night gone," he
muttered under his breath. "Wasted."
Clothing askew, reeking of sexual musk, he glanced around
his den. A proliferation of naked bodies filled the space around
him. The odor of bodies in motion fused with the cloying scent
of sandalwood incense, burned in such quantity the air hazed.
The sexes not only seemed mingle, but merge. Though no
music played, several danced together in rhythmic slow motion.
Others more engrossed in pleasure had commandeered
sofas, chairs, even the floor to engage in heated lovemaking.
Locked in intimate embrace, hands and mouths explored every
inch.
Devon signed, frowning in displeasure. "It's getting to
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