Her Hollywood Hitman: a Dark Romantic Suspense
“I said, keeping my eyes closed. “ Come to bed with me.” The need in my body was desperate, horrible. But there was a greater need taking me over. The fear was gone now, replaced by incredible exhaustion.
“I can’t do that, Gabi.” I felt the weight of him as he sat down next to me. I could even smell him, the signature of his cologne clean and fresh. “I took advantage of you last time you were here.”
“You don’t want me,” I said, opening my eyes and looking into the clear blue of his. Didn’t he want me? Hadn’t he wanted me when I was here before? Or was I just a diversion? The weight of wanting him hit me again. What if this wasn’t right? What if this man was just using me?
He chuckled and smoothed his hair. “No, I do. I told you I wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t stand properly.” I cracked a smile. His eyes were clear, earnest.
“Hmmm, I think you said you wanted to fuck me until my legs were shaking. Or something like that. When are you going to deliver?”
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