“What part of ‘No’ don’t you understand, mister?”
“Stop being such a tease,” I growled, my demand hoarse with annoyance. And desperation. So much desperation. Hell, I was hemorrhaging desperation at an alarming rate.
She rocked her hips once, grinding against my abs, trying to fucking kill me, and calmly countered, “After you stop being such a liar.”
This damn girl.
We both knew she had me by the balls. We both also knew I couldn’t care less what she did with them. She could slice them clean off if she wanted to and I wouldn’t put up much of a fight. In fact, I’d remove the traitorous things myself and hand them over willingly. Any time. Every time.
Accepting the inevitable, I went ahead and shredded my man card into a pile of confetti at her feet.
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