Deceptive Love: Why Did My Cold-blooded CEO Want Me Back?

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together, two satisfied groans escaping their lips

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warm kisses against her skin, causing

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s ears caught the faint sound of a sof

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pered rumors of Vincent's impending enga

incent's secretary, and for th

He had always answered calls openly

their intimacy for a call-yet th

n the other end of that line he

essed the overwhelming truth: her

unning from the bath

l as she tried to collect

son another woman's marriage fell apart. She would never all

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s, and her neckline, slightly open, revealed

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that their relationship was pur

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aced with a strange mix of irritation and coldness.

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ace-she had no righ

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is, Vincent moved toward her, hi

n of her laptop. "Mr. Murphy, this collaboration is cruci

her hair, yanking her head back

ed his leg between hers,

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had been tender,

able, cruel, in ways

ipped onto her neck, tracing down her sk

essed together, trembling

ry reaction only fuel

m oral sex, but now, he couldn't resist pulli

grip barely registered as her mind wa

other burn with desire-he knew her

shing her to the edge of madness, until

pulled her in, Vincent s