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He shook her hand and electricity bolted into her. She lost her breath for a moment, staring at his gorgeous face, confused as to why his lip was slightly curling into a grimace.
Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time for a soul-baring chat over coffee.
“I can tuck your garments into my jacket. They’ll be warm when you need them.” And smell like you.
The magic, the natural brutality, and equally as natural grace were a rush.
Hell, why not ask if he wanted a wife, how many kids he wanted, and where he wanted to live? All would be with her, of course. Don’t worry—just as friends!
If the Boss and Sasha ever decided to join the Council, and left Jameson in charge of the mansion and their people, this woman would be able to help him lead.
“Indecision keeps you single, bro,” Charles said, watching with a smirk as he leaned against the front door. Jameson stiffened and
“We’re just friends,”
“Well, sure. After only knowing him a short time, what else would you be?”
“My wife says I’m terrible at entertaining, but this silent staring thing seems rude,” someone she recognized said. The man nodded to her. “I’m Paulie.”
I want you, Addison. I want you around. I want your smiles directed at me. I want you here, with people I consider my family.
“And then I want you to throw me under you, and hammer me
“I will openly claim you as mine. My mark is my word. If anyone touches you, I’ll end them. Then you, if you allowed it.”
“Why don’t you do it? Get yourself another while you’re at it. Your personality needs more alcohol.”
