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"Yep"

A muscle on his face twitched in evident frustration, aze was focused on his strong jaw, she wanted nothing more than to reach up and touch it

So she did

He jerked when her fingers swept over the dark stubble on his chin, but he didn’t push her hand away That was a start, at least He stood there, eyes shuttered, shoulders rigid, as she stroked his jaw, but she knew her touch affected hione labored

The bristly hair on his face scratched her fingertips A shiver skipped through her as she i other parts of her body Her neck, brsts, inner thighs Holy hell, she couldn’t wait

"You were right," she murmured

He blinked "About what?"

"I’o around sleeping withy I wait tables at a steakhouse on Charles Street to h school I pay rand total of past lovers is a whopping two I’d rather stay hoo out" She offered a sheepish shrug "So yes, good girl is er over his bottom lip, and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath "But that doesn’t mean I can’t be bad"

"Is that really what you want?" he said roughly "To be bad with me?"

God, yes There was no doubt in her ht now He was her chance to break free of this annoying rut and let loose for a change

"Yes, that’s what I want," she answered, her tone fire of rets I want this"

She saw the resistance in his eyes chipping away, but wasn’t surprised when he voiced one final protest "I’asped "Oh my God You’re fifty years old I knew it"

"Thirty," he said tersely