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“You take care of everyone,” she told him, seizing hold of his wrist to lead him toward the stairs. “But sometimes you gotta take what you want.” He twisted under her grip, mouth set as if he’d made his choice, and she thought he was going to pull away—but he spun her around by the hand and pinned it against the shelf suddenly at her back. “What I want?” His voice had dropped an octave, almost strangled by need, and his eyes were on her now, so near and laden with electric desire. “Too much.” “Good.” She crashed her lips against his. His hand cradled her head, drawing the kiss deeper at once. ...more
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My Kind of Trouble
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