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Forcing his mouth over hers, Ryske kissed her hard, giving her no option of retreat. Turning them around, he rushed her back against the dressers, pinning her under his mercy.
Wrong as it was, Harlow wanted to kiss him. That was why she fought his tongue so hard. Goading and tasting his mouth, she flattened both palms on the wood pressing into her back, absorbing the man she’d so often craved.
But when Ryske plunged his hand down the front of her sweatpants, Harlow had to push him away. “It’s not as simple as that,” she whispered, her fingers fumbling their way up to his stubble. “It’s not as simple as words and s*x, baby.”
“You’re going back to him,” he said, appearing as confused as he sounded. He didn’t need to hear her answer. “You’re leaving me for him.”
It wasn’t easy to say
