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Intro. You're trouble. A fucking problem, and the worst part is that I love it. Michael has always been the man I'm not supposed to want. Too dangerous, too forbidden. He's cold, impenetrable, and when he smiles, it's with that arrogant air that sets my nerves on edge. But then he looks at me... and everything falls apart. He's not gentle. He never has been. He teases me, pushes me to the edge just to see if I dare to jump. He plays with the boundaries, with the tension that consumes us every time we're alone. He doesn't say he loves me, not in the way someone is supposed to. Instead, he traps me against the wall with his hot breath on my neck, warns me this can't go on... and then he comes back to me again and again. He shouldn't be here. We shouldn't be doing this. But when he touches me, when his mouth brushes mine with a dark, dangerous promise, I know there's no turning back. Because Michael Crist is not the kind of man to let go of what is his. nque

Michael Crist

@Megan