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hands me a sleek black dr
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and walks back into the other
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predator, calm and sure,
l the heat coming off him, but it's more than warmth
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his lips. "You s
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o wear their power loud. But Antonio? His power is quiet, deadly.
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stinctively step back
sive. But my body betrays me. My
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an his stare. This isn't just about prid
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exactly w
. My breath catches. For a moment, not
nt this. He's
in more ways t
meone is looking a
tain on his future. Antonio looks at m
eans
't sto
heat around me. My fists curl at m
them, desire, yes. But n
right now. Just for tonight
could b
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deliberate, and every nerve
ur
o mine, kissing me like he's starving. It's not gentle
th the same energy
gainst mine, tasti
ll of the suite. I wrap my legs around his waist as he deepens t
should
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ody
all I feel is alive for th
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my ri
agged breath. Who
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nd curls i
hell am I