I used my free hand to wash all the bubbles up around my neck, making sure there wasn’t so much as a glimpse of my goods, as Aleks had called them, before I allowed access to my video. “There,” I said when my image flickered on. “Happy?” “Very,” he mused, rolling his lips together in that stupid, infuriatingly sexy way he always had. “Although I’d be even happier if a strong wind would whip through and blow those bubbles away.” “I’m about to blow you, if you don’t stop,” I warned. And then I paled, because what the fuck did I just say? Aleks’s eyebrows shot up, the corner of his mouth tilting.
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