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... red at the roof of the car, trying not to notice how the leather still smelled faintly of Victor’s cologne and his own iris, the two scents tangled together in the small, climate-controlled space. "I’m done negotiating," he muttered. "We’re almost at the office. In two minutes I’ll be free."
Victor’s grin didn’t dim. His thumb drew one last slow circle over the back of Elias’s hand, warm enough to make his skin prickle. "If you think going back to the office saves you," he murmured, "you ...
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