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“God, you’re such a—” His jaw tics, eyes darker than they’ve ever been.  “I’m a what?” My pussy clenches. He cups the side of my neck with both hands, his lips just an inch away from mine. “A fucking brat. So stubborn. So frustrating. So hot…” He blows out an exasperated breath. “Can I kiss you? And don’t play games with me right now. Yes or no? If I can’t, I need to get out.” 
Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)
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