My Weakness, The Enemy's Daughter.

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anted... was to kno

e call, his jaw clenched, eyes dark, like he was pissed off at the universe. The tension in his face said it all-whatever

ed the call and saw m

ily. It wasn't just a look-it was erotic, as if he was undressing

lit up acro

fluttered in

h God. W

th me? I was practically

I told myself. "Pull yo

dy wasn't

sounding breathier than I

as getting to him the way he was getting to me. Because all I wanted was for him to gr

ow... but then, something shifted. His eyes dimmed, and a

h

stomach retur

misread his gaze? Was my bod

ing to keep my voice steady, though

ght as he walked toward me-slowly, delibe

closer, Dan

ht not survive w

ushing the edge of my ear,

y, yet every syllable sent heat rushing to my core

nearly

shaking it. No. I didn't want anyon

ull of mischief, confidence, and satisfaction. He stood u

something for you. If you don't min

trength in that single touch. As he led me toward the d

g to take

press me agains

ng to shove the im

s, R

ed again, snapping

up at him, tryi

ick something out and have

my chest. He didn't

nt your hands all over me while yo

p breath, sc

grip,

l," I mumbled, steppi

irror and shook m

e ever wanted someone like this. It's not just

another dress-this one deep wine-red, slee

er. She looked... nervous. Uncomfortabl

o me?" I asked softly, as she l

hesi

a hushed voice, "but... I saw how giddy you looked

rning toward the mirror, watching her re

she'd just revealed somet

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d finish, the air i

tepp

nt

towering, and impossible to ignore. The staff girl instant

d across the fron

wet herself

e asked, his voice l

ll into a h

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there was more to Dante-

ot