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I prayed he would be on board. If not.
Our eyes locked, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Something primal in his gaze called to me.
"What's wrong?" "Shh. " He brought my left hand above my head and held it there with his, kissing me harder, my head pressing into the pillow now.
Because I was determined that it was done.
At least not a rational one that didn't involve wrapping my hands around the throats of the two people inside. and I wasn't talking the kinky way.
One run-in had been enough. The morning was just a constant repetition of trying to be a better salesperson than Chris.