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Her cheeks heated profusely. He had a knack for making everything sound sensually appealing. It drove her mad with want. Something he must have sensed because a blink later and he was right in front of her, reaching around to pull the cleaver from where it was wedged into the molding and discarding it so he could press her against the wall. “That’s enough training for now,” he murmured, tapping beneath her chin with his index finger until she tilted her mouth up toward his. “I think you deserve a reward for how well you did today.” She felt the corners of her lips curl up. “If I get to choose ...more
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