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“But you’d be crossing a line,” I murmur, my last-ditch attempt to dissuade him To see reason and lead both of us out of temptation “You don’t ever do that”

“That’s true,” he replies, his voice rough with ire obviously pointed solely at hi to make an exception just once”

“Just once?” I ask

“Scratch an itch for“Market research for you”

Crap He’s totally trying to justify this so we can both get our rocks off And I’ it

Just once

“Make the choice, Miss Robbins,” he clips out, and I jump at the command within it “Leave… or walk to that empty chaise”

He says the latter while pointing at a low, plush divan not ten feet from us

Once lance around the rooic that seems to permeate the air I want to feel Declan Blackithin me while the entire rooirly parts… it will be the most pleasurable experience of my life

Decision made, I turn away frohto follow

CHAPTER 9

Declan

Fucking hell

She didn’t leave, so now I have to decide… a to cross this line?