Mean Machine (The Untouchables MC 2)
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I pulled her close and dipped my head to hers. I kissed her soft lips gently, trying to control the passion that rose up whenever she was in my arms.
The crowd whooped and hollered but I wasn’t done kissing my wife. I slanted my lips over hers and even used a little tongue. I didn’t have a choice about it. Cheering turned to laughs and a fair bit of ribbing. None of that mattered.
My wife was in my arms, and dammit, I was going to kiss the hell out of her.