“Change your plan,” he murmurs, eyes dropping down to my lips. My breath catches, but I shove it away and pull up a sneer. “Men just want to conquer. I’m not playing hard to get so that you work extra hard. I don’t want you, Captain.” Instead of getting pissed off, he gives me a crooked smile that nearly curls my toes. “You don’t want me?” I sniff and lift my chin. “That’s right.” “So then...you don’t sit awake in your pallet at night, thinking about arguing with me just enough to get our blood heated, and then wrapping those long legs of yours around my hips and fucking me till you see
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