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until the heels stopped

e rose

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to her curves ,That can make men fall on their heels , make head turns. It had a deep n

s painted to match the dress. "Hope

s eyes darkening just sl

a strawberry from the fruit bowl. "Brunch with Ma

down slowly. "No

iting into the strawberry. "

e dressed like you're walking into a nig

en I'm sa

ward her, slow and d

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rm. "You are my wife now. People will look. Head

tically chest to chest. "News flash, Cassian. I'm not a

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d out. "Before I send m

he cameras," sh

rply, running a han

help

dragging that woman r

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en, sipping a mimosa, legs crossed, sungla

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black coffee," Daisy smirked

d. "You're ev

noticed a sleek, black SUV parked across the

k faded

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driver," Da

man's actually

who thinks I'm about to

her pho

from the street. Next time, wear something that

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home and cry into your

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whispered, gleeful. "T

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ked into the living room to find Cassian already there, sleeves rolle

rself?" he asked

aid, tossing her p

her. "Because you've o

her with slow,

. But if we're playing this game, D

red. "But I don't play by

. "Then maybe it's tim

, we attend events together. You smile. You act like my w

enough for their breaths to mix. "An

ly soft. "Then I'll show you exact

for a second-but s

whispered, sm

enched. "Go to y

he teased. "Mi

, something burn

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ed his scotc

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m fall to

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off the pristine marble and steel. It was the kind of plac

was on

ropped white tank that rode up every time she raised her arms, she danced bare

alled, not even caring if

red the scrambled eggs and flipped bacon like a chef possessed

verpriced green smoothies. She needed carbs. A

hen he w

aped around his neck, sweat still glistening on his chest fro

sic and wiggling her butt to the beat as she reached up to grab a pl

the way her shorts hugged her perfectly, the st

she t

eyes

ying, but everythi

mid-air, holding a p

e said with a sly smile, totally

as hoarse. "What

urning back to the stove. "Don't act

, slow, calculat

dancing.

g a pancake. "You ac

e it's a d

against the counter, and

. "Only if you keep wa

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ant me to l

Cassian... if I wanted that, you wo

eyes l

between them-thi

s, shaking her hips just a little

eath and walked away, but not before st

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herself, bitin

oes to me,"

en

ows of the luxurious penthouse. The silence was alm

otted at the waist and, again, her signature bum shorts. Her hair was t

n sauntered toward the kitch

p black suit, sipping espresso while scrolling throu

eet him. She di

under her breath, ignoring his presence

ith a click. "You're walki

igning innocen

ou forgot this is a house and not

"Funny. I thought it was my prison. Migh

t, jaw tight, then returned

m with amusement. "Aw, does the big,

n't re