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“Well, now I need you to kiss me. Make out with me. Otherwise she’ll know I was full of shit and start hittin’ on me again.” “You want me to slut it up with you so you don’t look like an asshole to some little ho-bag you’re trying not to nail? You know, Ronin, you could just tell her you’re not interested.” “I like my way better,” he grinned.”

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“Thank God! His truck was there. Reenergized, she hopped up his front steps and knocked. Nothing. Feeling a little disgruntled, she knocked again. And nothing. Once more, one last time, she knocked. Okay, she pounded. Beat the ever-loving hell out of the door. "Just a sec," she heard Ronin call faintly. Yay! The door swung open and... Ooooohhhhh! Standing a step or two down from Ronin, her eyes first hit the small white towel wrapped around his waist. The faint scent of masculine soap enveloped her senses as her eyes traveled down to his bare feet, and back up. Yep, that's really only just a little white towel.”

“Where’s Melanie, asshole? Does she know you’re up here?” Jake’s expression flitted between anger at Ronin’s crude address and fear of the bigger man’s obvious anger with him. “She’s in the backyard, with some friends.” Ronin’s jaw clenched. “I suggest you go find your girlfriend, then.” “Devin’s in there. She’s upset,” Jake said without thinking. “I know that, fucker. Why the hell do you think that is? GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY.”

“At that moment, Ronin stepped back into the living room, clothed, thank God. Well, mostly. Kneeling on the floor before him, Devin watched him fascinated as he fastened the buttons of his plaid flannel shirt, thankfully covering that fucking beautiful chest. He left the top two buttons at his neck open. Frozen, she stared as his hands slipped down to tuck the shirt into his jeans before he fastened the fly and buckled his belt. Her fingers itched as she imagined the warmth and hardness of his hips, the deep contour of muscle low on his stomach. Ooooohhhhh!”