“I’ve been playing with prissy city boys, and Griffin Sinclaire is the Wild West. . . “You know what I deserve?” His irises dance across my face. “Someone who needs me badly enough to take me without apology. A man who knows what he wants. A man who wants me.” He nods, pulse jumping in his neck. “And do you know what you deserve?” “What?”
— Mar 31, 2026 07:36PM
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