The Den Of Desires

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er now. "Because I'm

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ng against the counter, arms folded across th

r me like a fire strip-tease. His jaw was sharp, dusted with the kind

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his mouth, full, sinful, and curved into that same

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gaze dropped to my lips.

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ck of bowls back in. It wasn't even a conscious choice, I just wanted s

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voice brushing th

d against my back, and I stiffened, breath catching as he reached above me, arm brushi

e thick bulge that nudged against the swel

t his.

ment d

me, I did

mistake I was making. My face landed right at his chest, sm

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r mis

and danger swirling behind the dark brown. His mouth quirked as he

ht me, palms braced on either si

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but the word came o

you nervo

my name... lik

ntly regretting it when

ourself," I tried to

chuckle, like he could

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part was...I didn't want to move. Every nerve ending in my body was li

the dip of my neckline like he could already i

to himself than to me,

id Jared manage

n

st, hot and filthy, and I felt myself cle

Knox's body was still caging me in, heat rolling

in, rough, reverent,

ng I can't ignore. The way you walk... like you

just sa

rds flowing like water. "I noticed that over dinner, by the way. You kept

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to

it was weak, a half-hearted defense, fingers spr

my palm, unbothered, like he knew

o him, my voice a wreck of nerves and heat. "I'm...

, backed against the counter. Me, close enough to taste your goddamn thoughts. Don't lie to your

ropriate," I stammered, h

if it really was so wrong, why aren't you pulling away? Why haven't you called for Jared?" His hand

oser, lips brushi

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d him. Slapped hi

couldn

him. One I didn't take, and his fingers brushed the side

ething tells me you're not the sweet little porcelain doll everyone thinks you are. Not prim and

s flicking dow

part of you dyin

he word wrecked did something to me, sent a ri

s dark, intense, an

ed lower, like he could see through my dress. "You walk around like a woman trying to p

ough my voice was high, tight, a

at the dinner table every time our eyes met? That wasn't

ared

y, the erotic sou

you're satisfied. That this perfect image you've built is enough

again. Clos

nd his voice dropped into a growl th

ou'd let me bend you over this si

guttural, sharp, and

st lik

er

calling from do

rocuted, hand shoving hard a

nd his lips curving in a lazy, vi

bottom lip. "Before he comes in here and finds

answer. I

en with my breath still hitching, my thi

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