Page 93 of Corruption of a Star (The Grim Reapers)

“She must’ve felt bad for stealing your man away.”

“No. Not at all. You see, a real man wouldn’t be stolen away that easily.”

“If I’m not a real man, then what am I?” he asks, getting up in my face.

I hate that I'm breathing so heavily because even now, my body is still affected by him.

“You’re a cry baby,” I murmur.

“Is that so? Would a bay have this?” he asks, and he takes my hand and places it on his growing erection.

“Rob,” I whisper.

And his mouth is on mine.