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voice brushing th

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me, I did

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ourself," I tried to

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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,

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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

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

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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

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rocuted, hand shoving hard a

nd his lips curving in a lazy, vi

bottom lip. "Before he comes in here and finds

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