Page 102 of Phantom Faceoff
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“Happy anniversary.” He wraps an arm around my waist, the other hand on my neck creeping up to get tangled in my hair.
I breathe him in, and we stand there, intermittently kissing, until I pull back to lean on the door of the truck.
“So who’s getting fucked tonight?”
Malachi follows me, ducking his head to hold his mouth above mine.
“We both are.” His tongue pokes at the seam of my lips, and I part for him with a needy exhale. “Unless you don’t think you can keep it up that long?”
The challenge sparks the adrenaline in my veins.
“You’re on, Blanchard.”
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