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Petra gasped, “You’re so lucky I’m not a flowers-and-foreplay girl.” I growled, “And you’re lucky I’m not a man who minds sass.”
“Mind it? Are you kidding me? You love it, Sunshine. Now shut your pretty mouth and make me forget I don’t like you.” Grinning down at her, I obliged.
She was mine. And she was always meant to be mine, no matter how impossible that seemed to either one of us. I took her face in my hands and stared deep into her eyes, claiming her body as I let her see the truth in my gaze, that this wasn’t the end of the itch we’d both felt since the moment we met . . . this was only the beginning. From now on, nothing could separate me from her.
