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Can’t quite keep your cool anymore, can you, Petri?” I jabbed back, before nipping his lip.
Eric yelped, but delivered each kiss, bite for bite, bruise for bruise. His hands flew everywhere. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass, Jane.”
“You look like the dad from Full House.”
Another growl. “You look like a Powerpuff Girl fucked a Betty Boop impersonator.”
I yanked on his tie. “Cartoons? Really? Come up with something better than that, you polo-wearing twat.”
The hand in my hair twisted. “Please. You have ten different colors in your hair. You look like Rainbow Brite on acid.”
“Better than being a poster child for the Gestapo!” My hand slid roughly into his pants and took hold of him—anger, it seemed, turned Eric the fuck on. Well, that made two of us.
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