“See something you like?” My gaze snaps back to his face. His mouth twitches like he’s fighting the urge to smirk, and I snuff out the instinct to avert my eyes. “Maybe.” Definitely. Yes. “Maybe?” The word’s a purr out of his mouth, and when he stalks toward me, eyes glinting like onyx stones in the light, I’m not sure he’s ever looked more like a predator. “Just maybe?” It should be illegal for someone to make that word – an innocuous, harmless word – sound so sinful.
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