Page 63 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
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“But really, are you okay?” I ask as the lights in the garage brighten.
His smile is forced and lazy. “I am.”
“You can take me home if you like. I mean, I can rustle up something to eat.”
This time, his smile touches his eyes. “Like a spoiled sandwich from Monday? No way. You’re my responsibility tonight.” Finally, his eyes are ablaze with lust. “And I’m not done with you.”
My breaths are deeper, my nipples tingle, and my flower flutters like a dandelion in the wind. He hasn’t stopped looking at me as if he wants to ravage me.
“Okay,” I say, feeling winded.
“Okay,” he says as if the matter is settled.
