“This is why I wasn’t supposed to kiss you.” “Why?” I keep playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, grinding my seeking hips into the air, needing something. “Because every little thing you do makes me wet?” “Jesus,” he groans. “Because now, all I can think about is fucking you.” “Then stop thinking about it and do it.” He chuckles without humor. “You’re so much fucking trouble, Miller.” His eyes meet mine again, our noses brushing. “What happens if I become addicted?” “Then lucky us, we still have a month to indulge in that kind of addiction.” “You really think I could quit you after
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