“You are such an altar boy.”
In the next second he had her pinned up against a giant, leaf-bare maple tree, her arms over her head, her wrists clamped by one of his large hands.
“Take that back,” he grinned.
“Or what, you’ll shoot me?” She met his heated gaze, purposely wiggling her body against his in a seductive fashion designed to invite his touch as much as to drive him mad. “Prove me wrong, G-man.”
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