He nipped her shoulder and drawled, “I will be sure not to invite them.”
She laughed. Rolling onto her back and out of his arms, she propped herself up on an elbow on the desk, her hair cascading around her shoulders. “’Tis good to know that absolutely nothing has changed.” She shook her head and smiled.
It was a glorious, glorious smile that whispered to him of never-ending friendship and a delectable, crazy and seductive love that was his. At long bloody last, it was his.
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