Page 93 of Lord of Vice
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Their joint establishments had something for everyone.
Before the evening’s inevitable crowd descended upon them, Max crossed the street and swung his wife up into his arms.
“Careful,” she teased. “You’ll dislodge my halo.”
“I’m the devil of the Cloven Hoof,” he murmured into her neck. “I do as I please.”
She arched a brow. “And what, might a lady ask, would please a devil like you?”
“You,” he growled and gave her a kiss that could be felt all the way to the heavens.
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