“I have no intention of this thing between us being platonic.” He leaned back, his gaze easily penetrating the layers of armor she’d spent her entire life amassing. “Are you okay with that as well?” “Depends,” she said, a little too breathlessly. “Are you still mad?” He wet his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes on her as he considered his answer. “Do you want me to be?” A delicious heat coiled between her legs. “Maybe a little.” He lowered his head again and whispered magic words that liquefied the bones in her legs. “You have no idea what I’m capable of when I’m angry.”
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