The Billionaire's Wicked Game

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race. No, no, no. I had a boyfriend. A perfectly decent, loving boyfriend. I clenched

that he wasn't speaking to me. Bu

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s shirt to shift just enough for me to catch sight of something silver at his throat-a ring, strung on a bl

me. "Can I help you?" I asked,

ckets. His stance was casual, but something about him radiated

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, rumbling laugh that sent another illicit

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aid, forcing a breath. "D

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a sinful smile. "What

rashed through my brain at once. "

is voice dangerously low. "I

walked away. I should've remi

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ke a fool, I did. His thigh brushed mine as he tucked a str

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ck. "Oh, of course! How foolish of me

hair, his smile laced with somet

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dry. "I-I did

straight through me. "You can't just eat it. You have to prepare it

something electric, something unspoken. M

urted, stumbling back, my he

those icy blue eyes before he masked it. He started to say s

uttered, barely abl

as I turned and left, m

e, his friend laughing beside him, but his gaze was locked o

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