“I want to take care you,” Zavier’s honey smooth voice replies. His white sneakers appear in my line of sight as he steps chest to chest with me. Looking up, he grabs my chin between his fingers and pulls me closer. “Listen here, mate, if I had my way your ass would be over my shoulder, and I’d lock you in my bedroom until I convinced your mind and body exactly who you belong to.” He leans up to my ear and whispers. “I’d wring so much pleasure out of you you’d be boneless, and orgasm drunk for days. Maybe I’d sneak a bite in here or there but not until you were writhing beneath me and
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