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Normally—I see something I want—and I go and get it. It’s how I’ve always been. It’s how I’m wired. The one exception to that rule? Elise Parrish.
My heart starts to beat faster as she grins up at me. Well damn, I didn’t know I still had one of those. I smile back. “It’s on.”
“Tell me what you need,” I whisper, placing my hands on his waist. He feels so solid beneath my palms. “You,” he croaks out, voice raw. “On the bed.”
“Today, tears,” she says, patting my back. “Tomorrow, we plot his murder and take over the world.”
I knew exactly what I was doing. And besides, I’d been more drunk on her, on the pheromones, on the idea of being inside her than I had been on the alcohol I’d consumed.

