Mikaela Jade

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I’m too emotionally drained to argue, so I perch on the edge of the trunk. Angelo stands in front of me. Muttering darkly under his breath, he hitches his slacks and sinks to one knee. Then, without warning, he grips my thigh.
Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)
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