Jesus, Vincent is a sexy man, "he smirked. “If you ever end up on my bike, Tina, you better be prepared to wear my patch.” Sometimes Tina lets her mind wander to see if her man can forget about things, "he blew out a breath. “Too late, baby.” Her eyes traveled down his front, stopping on his magnificent ***k. Maybe she could convince him to do something else . . . “Hey.” He waved his hand. “Up here.” Vincent isn't one to beat around the bush, "he blew out a frustrated breath. “Steady? I’m asking you not to eff other guys.” I enjoyed this book, I loved Vincent.
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