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Superhero—another completely inappropriate word to describe Jillian. AJ had at least a dozen more accurate ones: black widow, serpent, man-eater, mindfuck, wicked, twisted, deceitful, Satan …
Jackson laughed. “I’m not into sex toys.” “Too intimidating?” She winked, slipping on her shoes. “Vibrator envy?” Jackson looked down at his fingers as they danced over the keys with effortless grace. “Nah, it just makes me sad for all the women that will stick anything in their pussies.” Jillian paused before closing the front door. “Huh … interesting. Those are the same words I used to say about all the one-night stands you had over the years.”
Banter!!
“My my, someone’s grumpy today. Are you shedding the lining of your uterus?”
“I think he said he screwed you in the alley behind a night club and couldn’t remember your name so he referred to you as ‘the girl who would lick anything.’ So if you call that dating, then sure … you dated my brother.”
He stepped outside wearing only his shorts and looked to the heavens for an answer. “I’m sorry. Whatever I did to deserve her, I’m sorry. Just … take her back. She’s not the way I want to die.”
