“We should stop having sex,” I blurted. He didn’t even look at me while he worked on his cufflinks. “No.” “No?” “That’s what I said.” I flushed. “You can’t just say no, Christian.” “Give me one good reason why we should stop,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt, growing closer to revealing that stupid happy trail on his lower stomach. “Because!” I sputtered. “God, would you stop taking off your clothes?” “Because is not good enough.” “Fine! I could name off a whole novel-sized list of reasons. My grande Caramel Mocha, for one—” “I’ve waited all day to fuck you, Gianna. I haven’t been able to think
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