Barrett is just so full of himself, “okay, Kitty Cat.” His relaxed posture is back, his empty plate shoved aside. “You keep telling yourself that. I was there for each one of those lip-presses and I know what I heard. You. Mewling. I also know what I felt: You. Climbing me like a ladder.” Barrett sometimes has to reassure his woman, "he sets aside his computer on the nightstand and tosses the sheet off both of us. “Trust me, honey. We’re all glad to see you.” I liked this book, I loved Barrett.
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