Squeak

by Vera Valentine

The tiny storeroom was hot, but Keane’s mouth was hotter as it unexpectedly claimed mine, all self-assured confidence that invited me to melt into it, words lost in the unfairly talented twist of his tongue. He broke off the kiss after a blissfully long moment, resting his forehead on mine, his voice a low growl. “You are annoying, persistent, and beautiful. I see what Seb sees in you.”

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