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Holy fucking yellow submarines, this woman is my kryptonite.
He tasted like bourbon and secrets and frustrated desire and kissed like he was starving.
“And from where I’m standing, you’re looking like you’re one dumb remark away from a visit to the emergency room.”
His voice softer, he said, “I’ve never seen anyone’s wife who looks as good as you do. You’re a fucking wet dream.
“Sweet baby Jesus. I’ll get mugged wearing this thing. Some robber will cut off my hand with a machete. I can’t cook without my left hand, Jax!”
He was big, he was beautiful, and he was giving me a look like he was about to pull my dress up and bend me over the sink, and it was all too much for my poor little ovaries, who did the sensible thing and fainted.
