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That sorrow and despair was enough to pierce his fury when nothing else could have.
Soon. How he’d come to loath that word.
“Not enough to satisfy my rage.”
She smiled to herself. Her mate. Her lover. Her very own sexy, insatiable spider man.
“Man, you bastards are scary possessive,” Diego muttered as he took hold of Ivy’s wrist.
“We could have landed on some ice planet. Least the weather is nice enough here for skinny dipping.”
“It’s about time,” Callie said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Been watching you two eye fuck each other for days.”
“Always a partee pooper, huh?” “I do not know partee, but I have not made poop on it.” A laugh burst from Ivy. She slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, but it escaped again when Diego said, “If you don’t know what it is, how do you know you haven’t pooped on it?”
Also, I’m pretty sure I shit myself, but I don’t think that counts as hurt.”
I’m the only medical professional here, after all, whether there’s shit in my pants or not.”
