“I don’t share, Abigail. We agreed that this might not be serious, that we’re both not looking for that right now, but I don’t share. I’m a very possessive man. What’s mine is mine.” Her tongue reaches out, tapping against her pink lips, and just barely, the faintest brush touches my lip. Fuck, I want this woman.”
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Morgan Elizabeth,
Tis the Season for Revenge