![]() ![]() ![]() That isn’t an answer, but I am helpless to focus on anything but his last sentence. “The territory is mine.” His grip doesn’t tighten, exactly, but it becomes almost possessive. He stills me with his hand on my hip, holding me a breath of distance away, his fingers digging roughly into my flesh. I may be dancing on the edge of daring, but that’s too bold, even for me. I roll my body again, an invitation I can’t quite put into words. Will my buyer want me if I’m tarnished goods? Or maybe it’s my inevitable fate bearing down on me that makes me fearless in this moment. It’s like some fiery demon has taken possession of my body. “Not so cold and proper now, are you?” I roll my hips against him. Jafar possesses a lean strength that his expensive suits have hidden up to this point.Ī hysterical laugh flies free. Not massive like so many of the meatheads my father employs for security. He’s so much bigger than he seems from a distance. “I don’t think so.” Instead, he closes the last bit of distance between us, shifting his grip from my chin to the base of my neck, his arm around my back pressing me firmly against him. ![]()
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