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"So when are we going to fuck," he said in a guttural voice. "I'm ready to stop ignoring this." Novo narrowed that stare even harder. "Never. How's sound to you?" "You want it." "Not from you." "Liar." He leaned in a little closer. "Coward. What are you afraid of--" Her free hand whipped out and locked on his throat, her thumbnail pressing into his jugular and pinching off the blood supply. "Watch yourself, pretty boy. Or I might do some aesthetic damage they can't fix." Peyton closed his eyes and swayed. "I want you to."
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"Will you two cut the shit and get a room already," Axe drawled. "No offense, but rom coms make me sick." "This is not a romantic comedy," Novo ground out. "It's a murder mystery with an obvious ending."
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The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this current incarnation, the male was something right out of the Bad Idea Catalog. And what do you know ... a blond male with an able body was exactly what she wanted in her virtual shopping cart.
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