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SNEAK PEEK: His gaze moved slowly, like he was trying to memorize the way the dress hugged my hips, how my hair was curled just slightly more than usual. And then he said, low and serious, “I’ve been obsessing over all the ways to make you come.” My heart stuttered. Heat rushed to my cheeks, my core, everywhere. “Carter,” I whispered, unsure if it was meant to be a warning or a plea.