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“It’s whatever you want, Penny. I just want to know so I don’t worry.” His gaze dropped to my lips again for just a moment. I would have missed it if I hadn’t been looking. I shook my head. I doubt he’d worry with Porter and Briggs following us all day. “Ellen said she was cooking. So we’ll be back for dinner.” “Good. I’ll see you around 6 then.” “Fine.” “Great.” He walked away without another word. Again I found myself staring at his ass. My stomach twisted in a knot. That whole conversation had been angry and hostile and…hot. Hot? Why the hell did I think him being pissed off was sexy? But God, it was. I wanted to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss. And rip his clothes off. And bite his skin. I wanted to know what it actually felt like for him to thrust inside of me.
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