Addicted.

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Prologue.:

His finger tips brushed lightly on my upper thigh, sending chills through my body. I heard a soft chuckle fall from his lips. My gaze connected with his, those deep brown eyes pouring into me. We were silent, until he whispered the thing I'd been wanting to hear all night.

"I want you."

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