William's POV “Oh Mr. Cartel, you are so naughty,” the woman—Sandra, maybe?—purred against my ear, voice thick with heat, body arching into every press of my hand.I’d already forgotten her name the second I wrapped my arm around her waist. It didn’t matter. Nothing about her mattered except the way she could be used as a shield, a weapon, a mirror to throw back at Kate everything she was throwing at me.“You have no idea,” I murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear, low enough that only she could hear the gravel in my voice.She giggled—high, breathy—tilting her head back so her throat was exposed, inviting. I took the offer. My mouth found the pulse point just below her jaw, teeth grazing skin, tongue flicking out to taste salt and perfume. My hand slid lower, cupping the full curve of her ass through silk, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp and grind against my thigh. She was soaked—I could smell it, sharp and musky, her arousal thick in the air between us. Her nipples wer
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