“You can hear me, right?” Dex’s jaw was working over and over as he stood between my legs in that kitchen, his hands on either side of me but not touching me now. He finally answered, “I can hear you.” “Oh, good. She likes soft touches on her inner thigh and when you blow on her neck. We might not have been exclusive together, but I guess I should help you out since you abandoned her for years to let her hang on my arm.” The anger and jealousy ricocheted silently through that penthouse at Ethan’s words. I felt how they shook the walls and my soul as Dex held my gaze. “You seem to know the
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