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I kiss him harder, press my body closer. “What do you mean when you say I’m your girl?”

“I mean I’m not sharing.” He grabs my dress in his fist and tugs it up to my waist before smacking my bare ass. I bite back a moan at the sweet sting. “I mean Levi needs to stop looking at you like he’s counting down the seconds until he can sweet-talk his way between your legs