I need to get back to work, patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. Killer skirt. Deadly legs.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

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I need to get back to work, patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. Killer skirt. Deadly legs.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

I already know my size. I don’t need reminding.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Already Know
Are you keeping anything else from me? Im keeping a lot of things from you. Like? Like the way i feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

Are you keeping anything else from me? Im keeping a lot of things from you. Like? Like the way i feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Anything Idea Keep Like Lock Lot
I dont like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, i love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, i have you to come home to.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

I dont like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, i love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, i have you to come home to.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

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Have you finished your column for tomorrow’s headline?” it was vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. “i’m thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.
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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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If you need one more reason, i love you.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

If you need one more reason, i love you.
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His words filled my heart to the brim. I loved him in a way id never be able to express in words. He was part of me. And i was part of him. Tethered together for the rest of eternity.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

His words filled my heart to the brim. I loved him in a way id never be able to express in words. He was part of me. And i was part of him. Tethered together for the rest of eternity.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

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Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.
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Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. “and your father?” he demanded, extending the sword. He didn’t yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Chauncey Farther Outreachous Seethed Vasal
Every time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

Every time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

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You possess other people’s…Bodies.” he accepted that statement with a nod. “do you want to possess my body?” “i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

You possess other people’s…Bodies.” he accepted that statement with a nod. “do you want to possess my body?” “i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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All i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.
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Well, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

BECCA FITZPATRICK

Well, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
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I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing i held disappeared more with each passing day.

BECCA FITZPATRICK

I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing i held disappeared more with each passing day.
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Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper

BECCA FITZPATRICK

Stop crying. You’re giving archangels everywhere a bad name.” patch to pepper
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