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“What was that?”

“I want you,” she repeats, a little pissier this time around.

I grin. “Doesn’t sound like it.”

She pushes against my chest, but I catch her wrists and pull her in for a kiss. What’s intended as a peck turns into something Anthony may shoot me for, with tongues and teeth on her end, so I pull away.

“You’re asking for trouble,” she accuses.

I raise a brow. “I am?”

“Yeah, you’re pushing my buttons.”

Clutching her wrists in one hand, I tug her over to the passenger door. “Let’s go. I’ll show you new ways to push those buttons.”

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