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Zaid began to lower, but Whisper tensed her legs, bringing them together a fraction to block his way. “You can have me anyway you want,” she said. “But you will have to be willing to share.”
His brow snapped down in a glare. “What the f**k? No, we’re past that, Whis. You want to play and flirt and rile me up, that’s—”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not talking about games or even desire; I’m being practical. You said that if we had to walk away, we would, but we’d do it together. The easiest way for us to support ourselves, at least at first, will be—”
“No,” he said, tightening his grip on her thighs until she was sure his fingers were leaving their prints on her. “You will not w***e yourself to feed us. I can think of ten better ways right off the top of my head.” Lunging d
