I’m not his type. Hell, I’m not even sure the man knows my first name. But I’d make a deal with the devil himself for one night in his bed. I never suspected that beneath his cold exterior there was a fire that burned for me. Why would I? He’s never even touched me.
Until tonight. Tonight, he’s determined to make me his and – God help me – I’m going to let him.
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