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Restaurant owner Mason Brooks has never believed in forever until a surprise baby and feisty new mom showed him what he was missing.
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“I’m not going to sleep with you just to satisfy your curiosity.”
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“I never said anything about me being curious. I’m ravenous.”
Tyrant➡️ https://t.co/p8h8yQ27GY
I took her straight to my office, shutting the door behind me before I said another word. It was an act of utter restraint, when restraint was the last fucking thing I was known for.
She was in front of me, and I pushed her straight to my desk. She was stiff and quiet.
Very, very quiet.
I took a step back, my eyes raking her body, top to bottom.
With a curse, I turned her around, grabbing her hips to perch her outrageously cute, shapely little bottom on the edge of my desk.
I set her precious little heart-shaped shades up on her head so I could see her eyes.
I loomed over her, glaring down.
“You’re not just cute.” My voice was an accusation. “You’re sexy.”
My breathing was labored, like I’d just been running miles instead of walking a short distance through the house.
“What are you wearing?” I asked her pointedly.
“A swimsuit,” she said in that deadpan way of hers. “It’s a pool party. You told me to participate.”
“You do realize it doesn’t fit you, though, right? There’s clearly not enough material to cover your—” I couldn’t even say the word, just waved in the direction of her generous chest. “Where did you get it? It’s indecent! I thought you were modest!”
She huffed. “It fits fine, and Iris let me borrow it. I didn’t have any two-piece suits, and the girls convinced me that I’d stand out if I wasn’t wearing a bikini.”
“Well you shouldn’t listen to them. If I don’t get to corrupt you, they shouldn’t get the privilege either! It’s not fair.”
She was smirking at me. I wanted to bite her in some very creative places. “You’re twisted. Unhinged. Out of control.”
I ignored all that because she was right, and there was nothing I could say about it.
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