told him my boyfriend was coming to pick me up. He’s going to think that’s you. Could you maybe . . . be convincing?” Burgess’s whole body was beginning to thrum. “Convincing how?” “Could you kiss me? One time. I’ll never ask again—” He went into the kiss like a bear being handed a pot of honey after a winter in hibernation. Stiffness, sweat, lust—these things all drilled him at once, like a reverberating blow. And his body, his hands, his mouth, just moved. Found and took. He gathered Tallulah against him with a forearm, drawing her up onto her tiptoes, and he growled into his first taste of
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