Reaper tends to take everything literal, "he paused, watching her as he digested her words. “You would like to eff my face? I find this idea pleasing. Very pleasing.” He practically purred the last few words. “I will lie down right now and let you—” Reaper always has his woman on his kind, "...and the smell of *** made him think of taking Greer right on the countertop. Though to be fair, most anything made him think of her and * **..." I liked this book, I liked Reaper.
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