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“I’d like to know why I’m being mauled,” she said as she grappled at my belt, nearly tearing my pants off. I kissed up her throat. “And I’d like to know why you’re being so fucking hot and cold with me.” I felt her pulse racing beneath my mouth, and sucked on the spot. “Get your shit together, princess. Do you want this or not?” “Fuck me.”
Dust Storm (The Griffith Brothers, #1)
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