“Some people like to play with their food,” I say, though the words come out weak. “Oh, I want to play with you, maybe eat you alive.” That cheeky tone is back in his voice as his tongue curls over his teeth, a wicked glint in his eye. I flush as I feel my panties dampen. Prince Charming is everything the tabloids say. A walking sexual innuendo. Despite knowing that, his words still have such an effect on me. Though part of me really, really wants him to do what he says, vulnerability, danger, and primal fear braids in with my desire. “But okay,” he shrugs and takes a step back. “I won’t touch
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