Cristina Michel

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“Fine.” She huffed, reining her arms back in. “But only because you asked so nicely. And I expect you to properly thank me for listening to you when we get back to your bedroom in Olympus.” She raised her eyebrows at him, practically purring as she said the last part, and then she kissed him on the mouth—tongue and all.
Cristina Michel
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The Hands of Time (Elementals #5)
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