“Kiss me,” I said softly. A shudder rolled through him. “Princess…” The nickname came out low and rough. Pained. “We can’t. You’re my client.” “Not here.” I wrapped my arms around him and placed one hand on his chest, where his heart pumped fast and hard beneath my touch. “Here, I’m just me, and you’re just you.
FINALLY!!!!
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