Couldn’t he just take control? I’d fallen into a pattern with Ross not to speak unless I specifically didn’t like something. “I . . . want you to touch me.” “Where?” The sound of frustration slipped out before I could gag it. Joseph pulled back from me, his gaze focused and intense. “If I could read your mind,” he said, “I’d have done it. I like communication, M. Tell me where you want me to put my fucking hands.” Oh my God. My brain emptied of thought. “Wherever you want,” I blurted out. His eyebrow yanked up, and his sexy mouth widened into a smile, like I’d just said the best thing he’d
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