Angie's Gladiator (Icehome, #4)

by Ruby Dixon

"If friendship is the greatest lack you feel," he begins slowly, "then I would be honored to be your friend."

"And I always thought it was a joke that pregnant ladies had cravings, but right now, I'd fucking kill for a pickle." Vordis's expression turns downright grim with determination. "Say no more." "Er, about what?" "I will hunt you this pickle," he promises.

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It is the first time I have heard her laugh, and I am enchanted.

If she cannot go out and see this world, I will show it to her.

"Knock knock." "You are requesting entrance?" Vordis tries to step backward into the cave, his hand lifting off my shoulder. I cling to it, because I don't want him to leave. "Wait. No. That's the start of a bad joke. There's a lot of jokes that begin with 'knock knock.' You're supposed to say 'who's there.'" "But I can see who is there. You are standing in front of me." "Just play along. Come on." I give his hand a squeeze. "Knock knock."

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“Strength does not always mean fists, my heart. Sometimes it means waking up to endure another day.”

“Knock knock,” I whisper, my gaze searching his. “Vordis is here,” he murmurs, then gives me a devilish grin. I shake my head, grinning back. “You’re not even trying now.” “I like your smile when I do it wrong. That is better than any joke.”

Slowing down from my ravenous, wild licking, I try to pace myself. The front of my trousers is sticking to my cock, and it is entirely possible I have already climaxed simply from tasting my mate.

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