“Five minutes.” His low voice is menacing as he cages me by planting his forearms on either side of my head. He leans close to my ear and whispers. “I just need you to shut that annoying mouth of yours for five minutes. Think you can handle that?” He’s standing so close that his minty breath grazes my skin. The heady scent of leather and soap assaults my senses, and I can feel his body heat. This little display of dominance should frighten me or piss me off. What it shouldn’t do is tempt me to push off the wall until our bodies press together and drag his head down until our lips touch. It
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