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She What?
Knox’s POV Her body pressed tightly against mine, her breasts to my chest, her cheek against my shoulder. It would be so easy to slide a hand further down her back and cup her ass, pulling her against the place I wanted her the most. I groaned and threw down the pen I was holding, which, instead of using to write signatures of approval, I had been using to doodle crude pictures of Aira on a blank notepad. I had to get this woman out of my mind! Why couldn’t I get her out of my mind? She loathed me. I loathed her. That should be the end of it. But no, my traitorous heart and body were replaying every sweet second of holding her in my arms again. Aaron walked into my office then with a rap of knuckles on the doorframe, his eyes rolled heavenward. “Problem?” I asked. “Oh, no, I’m just h
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