ππ₯π₯π ππ πΓ©π―π¨π«π (She Devours Me)
"π³πππ," she warned, but her voice was breathless.
I smiled against her neck, rolling my hips again in a rhythm that had her trembling beneath me. "πΎπππ?" I whispered innocently, even as I ground against her with deliberate precision.
Her response was a strangled sound that might have been my name. Her hands were shaking now, one still gripping my hip while the other fisted in the couch cushion.
"ππππ," she gasped, the curse torn from her lips as I continued the torturous rhythm. I could feel her losing herself completely, her careful control dissolving with each movement of my hips against hers.
"π»ππππ ππ," I whispered, guiding her hand between my legs where I was already slick with want.
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She's impulsive, charming, and dead-set on finding her runaway sister. What she didn't plan on was working under Esme Leclair: cold, calculated, and entirely off-limits.
But Paris has a way of pulling opposites together.
π»πππ'π ππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ.