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"Sleep with me." My eyes widen. He can't be serious. "Get sober first." He chuckles, shaking his head, "No dice, I've been wanting to see the godly body under those clothes for a while now." His expression quickly darkens when he looks me up and down. I begin to feel slightly intimidated under his hungry gaze. "Sleep with me." He repeats, his tone demanding. I shake my head. "No." Quick strides and his boots are already bumping against my converse sneakers. About almost the same height, he grips the back of my neck with ease and hisses, "I wasn't asking." Then his lips crash against mine. *** Spike Trusovich just moved to Beverly Hills and already has his hands full with Jack Van Eyck, a bad boy with a dark past but also can't help being around dear Steven Ventuno, the reckless Italian who is as mean as it gets but is there more than what meets the eye?
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