“Don’t make any plans,” he all but demands with a possessive growl, spearing right through me. “Fine.” I shrug like he didn’t make my pussy fucking gush at the sound of his growl. “But you better up your game, Richy.” He scowls at the nickname, shaking his head. “It’s Kieran, not Richy,” he mumbles. “Yeah, I’m River, not your River Blue or whatever other nicknames you can think of. Remember that. In fact, if you are so inclined, get on your damn knees and worship me next time we meet. I’d be highly disappointed if you didn’t. How’s that for taking charge?” I demand, putting the bills into the
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