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Amilah stared down at the terrifying man standing between her thighs, desperately trying to map out a thousand different ways to punish him for his office antics, but her mind came up completely blank. Every time she tried to hold a grudge against him, his devotion completely dismantled her defense. He had consumed her entirely. "I'm going to the Vance mansion for lunch," she whispered, her voice still raspy from screaming his name. "I... I need to let Mom know I'm coming." She tried to scramble off the mahogany surface, her legs shaking, but Lowin's hand clamped around her hip like a vice, hauling her back against his hard chest. "Damn, little bird," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against her ear. "Are you still angry with me even after my... sweet performance?" Amilah
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