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Sufriría una lesión una y otra vez por ti cualquier día.
Teacup? I mouth, unimpressed. “Because I’m small and dainty?” I say, leaving off fragile. “Of course.” He leans closer, his next words a lower, hotter whisper. “And something I want to put my lips to.”
“Ah, darlin’. I want my mouth on you more than I want my next breath.”
“You’re my teacup,” he repeats. “Dainty yet practical. Delicate and curved.” His hands cup my hips and slide up to my breasts. “And like a teacup, you sit so well in my hands.”
“Tell me something,” I find myself whispering. Matt smiles, his eyes turning glossy. “This is so fucking amazing.”
“Done for now,” I answer in an easy tone. I drop my napkin to the table and lean back in my chair. “I wasn’t talking about dinner.” “I know you weren’t. But you can’t blame a man for looking. Not when you’re irresistible.” “I’m practically the size of a house,” she scoffs. “Must be a very compact house. A bijou abode.” Her mouth curls reluctantly, though she ducks her head to hide it. “Actually, come to think of it, can I move in?”
