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She saw his throat work, and the muscles around his neck ripple as he tried to reign in his emotions.
"I will not tolerate such language from you, Lila Calvin! Be careful next time."
"But if you want me to discipline you like your brother, do it again and you'll know." The low, husky warning in his voice urged her to make some more dirty comments so he would be inclined to punish her.
Usually Kyle and her didn't have such a conversation. He didn't like it. Although he was a reputed Casanova in the country, he strangely behaved like a gentleman around her. After all, Lila was like a sister.
Could a brother ever speak with his sister about someone trying to get into her pants? Even the thought of such conversation made Kyle's face twist in exasperation.
However, Lila enjoyed pushing his buttons and thus continuously brought it up, knowing too well about his cold reaction.
She also did it because she devoured his expressive side. Kyle, with all those expressions on his 'too damn
