I step into his space, tossing the suit onto his bed, then grab the lapels on his jacket, jerking him against me. It’s my turn to grit my teeth against the contact, but there’s enough layers of clothing that I can tolerate it. Those unmatching blue-brown eyes blazing at me from less than a foot away is intoxicating. He smells so fucking good though. Spicy and clean. For the first time I can remember, I want to shove my face into the crook of his neck and inhale. I’ve never wanted to do that before. The men I’ve fucked in the past were just that. A quick fuck and done. “I don’t care if you hate
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