“I love it when you go Absolute Zero on that asshole.” Martin’s breath tickled her ear. “You in that silky dress and those heels, gorgeous and in complete control. A queen freezing out the pretender to her throne. It made me want to drop to my knees, push up that skirt, and—” She couldn’t get turned on in the middle of prom. She couldn’t. “Work function,” she reminded him breathlessly, tiptoeing her fingers up the placket of his tux. “But when we get home, please share your insights, Mr. Krause. In depth.” He dipped his head and kissed her knuckles. “I should warn you: I spent a lot of time at
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