He was right— we shouldn’t. And yet how could I stop when this was what I’d wanted for so damn long? When I needed it so desperately?
I brushed my lips over his. I felt powerful, certain victory was near, and I didn’t intend to relinquish an inch. I pulled back, my eyes locked on his.
“I want what you promised me.”
“Dammit, Angie …”
“You say you’re a bad bet?” I pressed, determined to cut off all protests. “I don’t care. Not everyone goes to Vegas to win. Some just go to have fun.”
“I like to win.” His rough voice sent shivers over me.
— Wanted by J. Kenner (Most Wanted series, book 1)
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