Aurora BrooksI threw myself against Alexander Roth’s chest, wrapping my arms around him with a storm of tangled emotions, wanting him entirely for myself.His kindness belonged to me. His cruelty belonged to me. Even that voice of his, balanced between authority and tenderness, belonged to me.All of him was mine.But he wasn't mine. He was hers, after all."Thank you for being here with me right now."He sniffed the air and, in a mocking tone, pointed something out."Something's burning."I remembered the tomatoes and vegetables I'd left cooking. Pulling away from his embrace, I rushed to the pan, turned off the heat with a grumble, and checked whether everything was still edible.I sighed in relief as I spoke to the captain, who had gotten up and walked over."Luckily, it didn't burn. It was only just starting."Leaning an arm against the doorway, he rested his masculine frame against it."So you've finally proven you're good at something besides pole dancing and swaying your hips.
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