You're Mine
He narrowed his eyes, surveying her as he asked, “Negotiating with me, are we?”
“That’s right!” She nodded, seducing him with such impishness that she seemed to have lost all sense of shame. “Let’s be frank here. If you make me happy, I’ll grant you ecstasy.”
A stormy was brewing in his gaze, and his voice was already mildly husky. “How do you plan on granting me ecstasy?” he asked despite already knowing the answer.
She raised the tip of her brow and giggled. Then, she rose and automatically pressed herself up against him, stroking the corners of his lips gently with her smooth hands. She giggled again, her fragrance smelling of jasmine. “What do you think?” she purred.
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