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The whole conversation left a sour taste in my mouth. Not because I mind going with Mac. More like the idea of someone else being interested makes me feel . . . something. Angry. Frustrated. Possessive as hell. All emotions I have no right to feel about this woman. But that doesn’t change them. Friends, I remind myself as I move the pillow over my head. She’s my friend. My stunningly beautiful, incredibly sexy, intelligent friend.
Nixon’s hand skims up my neck, and his callused thumb brushes along my jaw, sending delicious shivers dancing down my skin. “Baby, if you want to play with safe words, we can leave now.”

