Leandra Parsons

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He clicks the phone off before I can say anything else and places a light kiss against my mouth. He tastes like me.  He hums against my lips. “All better?” “Asshole,” I say, but there’s no disdain in my tone. I’m loving this as much as he is.
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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