My brain is so humongous. The concept of Mob! Jeff calling you duchess.
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He threw an arm over the headrest, reclining. A carton of cigarettes was tugged out of his pocket, and he snagged one between his teeth, stopping when he flipped open his lighter. He glanced at you, winking playfully. “Light it for me, duchess.”
The pet names rolled off his tongue skillfully and bourbon smooth. You swallowed.
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