Lila's POVI pulled back first, just enough to actually look at him, my hands still braced flat against his chest like they belonged there."Not so bad a kisser, Mr. Knight."He blinked, slow, like I'd short-circuited something behind his eyes."Not so bad?" A low laugh rumbled out of him, rough at the edges from the tequila. "Damn. Must've lost my touch somewhere along the way. Do I have permission to practice with you, Mrs. Knight?""Depends. Are you asking, or telling?" "Does it matter?""It matters a lot, actually.""Then I'm asking." His hands hadn't moved off my waist. Hadn't loosened even a fraction. "Permission, Lila."I should've said no. Some tiny, sober sliver of my brain was waving a flag somewhere in the back of my skull, reminding me this was still a business arrangement wearing a wedding ring, that three months ago this man had a security detail escort me into his house like I was cargo."Just as a reminder, Mr. Knight." I kept my voice even, almost bored. "I very muc
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