“You aren’t even a little curious?” The slit in the center of his eyes widened, black swallowing his ruby-colored irises. “About what I can give you that he can’t?” She swallowed. Truthfully, she was curious, but probably not for the reasons he assumed. And as if he saw that very thought in her eyes, he laughed. “That’s right,” he purred. “Just say the word, sweetheart. If you don’t ask me to touch you, I won’t.” She hardened her heart to what she was about to do. “Kiss me. Touch me.” Wicked laughter rumbled in Sinclair’s chest as he granted her request, bringing her lips to his and sweeping
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