Page 118 of Curse Me Maybe
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“I would never.”
“The scariest part about that is I think that you might be able to do it if I really pissed you off. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you in pistachio lattes and new clothes.”
“Caleb!” I protest. “No more new clothes.”
“No promises,” he says with a devious grin. “I like those lacey little bras. And I like taking them off you even more.”
“I give up. I can’t stop a man determined to buy me pretty things.” I sigh, shaking my head.
“Good thing you love me.” He gives me another kiss.
“It’s a good thing I love you,” I agree.
