Barb Gordon

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“You’re a monster.” “A monster who would do anything to make you happy, Joey. Never forget that.” My body tingles with electric anticipation. “Anything?” “Anything,” he growls, placing soft kisses along the column of my neck as he slips his hand over my hip and between my thighs.
Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)
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