There was none of that with Max. And although she’d been momentarily freaked out when he’d cornered her with his “You looked at me first” possessive growling, it had only taken her a moment to understand that yes, she had looked at him first, and yes, she was going to sleep with him, and maybe even, yes, she had discarded all those Tinder guys because they weren’t him. He knew about all her junk, and she knew about all of his. They were best friends. Nothing was going to change. Except they were going to have some really hot sex. They were completely in sync. So in sync that by the time she
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