A drunken Devon is a dangerous Devon, “what if I want you to take advantage of me?” His hand slipped onto my waist, pulling me closer. Heat rolled from his skin." Devon at times is overeager, and impatient, “your place,” he said as I slipped the car into gear. His fingers wove into mine, his thumb caressing the palm of my hand. “Faster,” he ordered. I pushed the speed limit the best I could in The Tank." I liked this book, I really loved Devon.
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