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"I want to see the front of you." "That's what all the girls say." "Do you expect me to roll you over? 'Cuz I will." "Your mate's not going to like this." "As if that's going to bother you?" "True. It actually makes it worth the effort." With a groan, he shoved his palms into the shimmering silver pool of blood beneath him, and flopped over like the side of beef he was. "Wow," she breathed. "I know, right? Hung like a horse." "If you're really nice--and you live through this--I'll promise not to tell V." "About my size." She laughed a little. "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally." --
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flirting
teasing
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