“What’s the other reason?” I ask breathlessly, my nipples turning to tight peaks at the endearment. Joseph grows short of breath watching it happen. “Apart from you being a teenager?” He skims his palm up my inner thigh, tracing the edge of my panties with his middle fingers. “I’m a very bad man underneath this starched Sunday shirt, Mila. I’ve managed to lay low and adopt this new way of life. But one taste of your mouth and the man I’ve been hiding is already trying to break free.” “Maybe I am a bad seed, then,” I whisper, my lower lip shaking. “No, Mila. No, you just call the real man
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