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"Okay, how’s this? I’ll have sex with you whenever you want, however you want it"

A laugh struggled to break free "Sounds intriguing But still not a good enough reason for h standards, Mr Walsh"

"Trust h too "Ms Conlon"

"Then what else have you got?" she challenged

Without breaking eye contact, he gripped the he the cotton up his chest

Brett’s ht six-pack was revealed "Don’t you dare distract me with your bare chest," she ordered

"Can’t help it I’ve got soher and exposed his pecs

Brett gasped in shock "Oh , she draped half her body across the desk to examine the small line of black text tattooed above his left pec

It was a date

Fucking hell--the idiot had gotten the day they’d met tattooed on his chest

"Oh God, I really hope that’s not permanent" But she kneas She could see it in the swollen redness of his skin, which told her the ink was only a few hours old And she’d recognize that distinct style anywhere--this was Rob’s handiwork, no doubt about it

"Are you nuts? You finally get inked and this is what you choose?" she blurted out "The day we ain, huh? Then you’ll be stuck with the hter echoed in the office "It’s not just the day we met"

"Yes, it is!"

"Yep, but it’s also the day I finally stopped pretending"

That shut her up Hard Her pulse sped up as she gliht I truly let go," he said quietly "I gave in to the urges I was always fighting, and I did what I wanted I took what I wanted Even if you and I don’t have a future--which we do, FYI--that night was iet it"

She was too stunned to move, let alone talk

"So, you wanted to knohat else I’ve got--this A promise that I won’t hide any part of myself, not anyet me Just me"