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There was no way he could resist kissing Alex once they started. She was temptation wrapped in sin like no other woman had been for him before.
“If we were to start, we might never stop…and I shouldn’t want to—not with you,” Alex confessed in a whisper. They were standing so close he could feel the heat of her, and he hated that they weren’t somewhere he could secrete her away and kiss her in the way they wanted.
“Am I so wicked, Alex?” His voice sounded a little deep and throaty, and her eyes darkened. He couldn’t help but continue. “Do you see me as a phantom who would steal into your bed after darkness falls and ravish you?” The mere idea had his body hardening with arousal. She was staring at him hungrily, as though she was picturing the same thing he was.
“You are wicked indeed,
