Kat moaned that I’d plowed my way in here, why couldn’t I plow us back out. I made a sick joke about the only kind of plowing I wanted to do was into her.
Oh my God,” I huffed. “You were so well-behaved during dinner. I actually thought we could be friends.””No such thing, babe.””What do you mean?””I mean when a man wants a woman like I want you,...
You’re cute when you’re mad.” He caressed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. I huffed in exasperation. “Is that why you make me mad all the time?
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