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I don’t want her to feel insulted. Used. A woman like her, she deserves to be appreciated by her man. Adored. Lavished with attention and affection. Praise and devotion.
“Hi,” she says, those eyes drifting over me in my charcoal-gray three-piece suit and tie. I’ve never felt more like a man than when she looks at me like that. The result is a shot of pure testosterone to the spine.
“Are you objectifying me, Mr. Vance?” His gaze roams over me hotly. “I have every intention of objectifying you every chance I get, wife.” A shiver runs down my back at that word. Wife. A thrilling, delicious shiver.
You’ll have to get used to my appetite if you’re going to be my wife. Yes. Yes, I could get used to it.