I guess I’ll be seeing you two at the gala next week. I believe your mother is one of the chairs of the event, Mr. Sinclair.” I look to Kenzie, not knowing what gala he’s talking about but not willing to let him in on that fact. Her tongue darts out and wets her lips, and I might be going to hell because I really shouldn’t be picturing what those lips would look like wrapped around my dick . . . but I sure as shit am. Fuck me. What is it about this tiny woman that’s always made my mind spin in ways it shouldn’t? She plays into my ruse and laces her fingers with mine. “I think we were waiting
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