You're mine, brother.
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“Tell me what you want.”
“What I want?” I repeated, still trying to catch my breath.
“Anything, baby,” he said, voice low and almost sweet.
I hesitated for half a second before going for it. “Can you take the tracker off my phone?”
“Anything but that,” he cut me off immediately, tone flat.
I scoffed. “Then I’d like to top you.”