Jessyca Simonsen

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“Do not play with me, Pixie,” he growled. His words were a warning, but those eyes were open now, and I saw something else in them. Something fiery. My biological instincts were scrambled. Instead of fight or flight, my body seemed to have added a third option: fuck.
Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)
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