Tegen, that’s a hot piece of ass.”
Cage’s already rising temper flared to life and his arm shot out. Gripping Cox’s shirt collar, he pulled them nose to nose. “My hot piece of ass,” he growled. “Which you do not fuckin’ talk about.”
Cage froze. What?
What the fuck?
Why the fuck…
Where in motherfucking-shit-fucking-hell-fucking bullshit had that come from?

Auteur: Madeline Sheehan