Sometimes Ivar is just stunned stupid by his woman's bluntness, “why don’t you stay with me?” The blood drained out of his head and rushed south so quickly his ears rang. He glanced at the sofa and back up to her face. She pressed her lips together in an obvious attempt to stifle a smile. “I mean in the bed. With me.” She placed her hands on his chest, spreading out her fingers with a soft hum. “I like how hard you are.” Seriously the girl has no filter, “I enjoyed last night. The male dominance you exhibited during foreplay and ***.” His grin was quick. Heat infused her face. “But that was during ***. A sense of role-playing, if you will.” I liked this book, I loved Ivar.
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