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"Are you afraid?" "No," she gasped. The cuffs clicked against her skin, "You should be," he growled, tearing off her lace he exposed her to a burning passion that had her craving for more... The last thing Officer Blackhawk needed was to find a woman in his bed. She ignited a spark to his flame. It's just incomprehensible. She's his stable force, his stability in a chaotic world. The atrocious homicide investigation rooted him to a battle of an infinite insomnia. She needed help. He would do anything to have her in his bed again. Here's the catch-she wants commitment. Something he's not game for. Clarissa needed him. He dominated her; his sinful body covered in come-hither ink. When the thought of Blackhawk taking control had her to her knees. Yet, waking up fucked by a stranger wasn't part of her plan. Once she'd gotten a taste of him, she couldn't resist. Her boy needs a father, and she needed love. Can Blackhawk give her the love she deserves?
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