My hand moves from between her thighs, reaching beside her hip to grab my gun while I place a warm kiss to the inside of her knee. She turns her head to look down her side when I nudge her wrist with the handle of my gun, offering the weapon to her. “What are you doing?” “Making sure you stay with me,” I murmur. “And giving you control if you don’t.” “You can’t be serious,” she breathes, chest heaving. “You’re going to let me hold a loaded gun to your head while you—” “I said it, didn’t I?” I interrupt, dragging my bottom lip up her inner thigh, barely touching her. Her dark eyes are lit
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