“Hell yeah, you love me,” he said, sucking my lips into his mouth. “You’re crazy about me, and you may not be blond or eighteen or named Heidi, but you’re fucking mine, Little Trouble.” He pushed up my shirt, yanked down my bra, and covered my nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. “And you can still walk my dogs someday if you want, but I’ll for damn sure be peeling down your panties on my desk and letting you pretend like you don’t love every second of it right before I write you that little check.” He gripped my neck, his other hand trying to rip down my pants as he kissed me. “You’re never
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