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“Sounds to me like you need someone to warm you up.” Gemma grinned. “I volunteer as tribute.”
“Say yes now, and later, I’ll spend as much time on my knees as you want.”
She was a total fucking goner. Whatever magic Tansy was made of, Gemma wanted to drown in it, revel in the honeyed heat burning her up from the inside out. It was better than the finest bourbon she’d ever had the pleasure of sipping.
