“Nobody puts a hand on your throat, baby girl. Nobody but me. Ever. You got that?” Wet heat pools between my thighs. He dips his head and runs his nose along my jawline as his fingertips flex on my throat. “What happens when I kiss you?” His harsh whisper sends a shiver down the length of my spine. “I get this ache,” I pant, my heart rate doubling as I gasp for breath. His grip loosens. “Breathe, Joey.” I blink at him, his dark eyes burning into mine as I regulate my breathing. “Where do you ache, baby girl?” “B-between my thighs.” He arches one eyebrow. “What kind of ache?” “Like …” I dart
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