Possessive Fake Husband
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And of course, I have my seven percent.
Josh takes my hand and stops me in the hall. He pushes me against the wall and kisses me, biting my bottom lip. He grabs my hair and presses his lips against my ear. “Don’t forget. We’re better together. You and me, Mags.”
“Yeah,” I say, kissing his neck. “You and me.”
He lets me go, takes my hand, and together we walk back toward our employees, both of us together, moving toward our future.* * *