“Rethink your next move, Archer, or I promise to make you regret it.” “The only thing I regret is the day you were born.” He leaned close, head bent, until his lips almost brushed mine. “Back at you, baby.” The endearment had me shivering. Afraid he might feel my reaction, I bucked against him. “I never said you could touch me!” Chuckling, he swept his lips across mine. “I never asked.”
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