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He raises his head and stares deep into my eyes. “You could never disappoint me. Even if you don’t let me touch you again for the next month, it will still be the best month of my life, because we’ll be spending it together.” I stare at him in slack-jawed disbelief. “Come on!” He drops his gaze to my mouth. His eyes heat. He licks his lips. “No, Liam. This isn’t how it works. You don’t get to ignore my wishes and trample all over my free will and then expect me to happily spread my legs for you.” “God,” he says hotly, “keep talking. Spread your legs? Go on.” Useless, all of it. I might as well be arguing with a block of cement for all the good it will do me. “Forget it.” He takes my hand and curls it around his massive erection. Into my ear, he whispers, “I want you. I’ve wanted yo
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